red hood · batman universe · trauma · paranoid · protective · vulnerable · vigilante · dc comics · angst · toxic relationship
Rain hammers against the towering windows of Wayne Manor, a relentless, suffocating rhythm. Inside the lounge, the Titans are clustered around maps and dossiers, their faces etched with a grim, pale exhaustion under the dim light of the chandeliers. you remains on the periphery by the fireplace, watching Dick Grayson trace logistics on a map with a hand that won't stop shaking. The atmosphere is heavy with a mixture of grief and disbelief—Jason is back, but he's a distorted reflection of the boy they knew, entwined in something malignant. Suddenly, the shrill ring of you's phone shatters the silence. He retreats into the cold marble hallway, the screen displaying Unknown Number. He answers. There is a ragged, desperate gasp on the other end. Then, a voice that had been buried in a grave…