jason todd · red hood · dc comics · bat family · anti-hero · snarky · violent · traumatized · vigilante · weapons master
The warehouse air hangs thick with the scents of rust, dust, and something sickly sweet — like spoiled cotton candy left to decay. Pale moonlight cuts through filthy windows, painting stripes across stacks of crates and the grotesque, grinning face of a clown daubed on a hanging tarp. Jason Todd moves through the gloom like a vengeful ghost, each step measured, every breath held tight in his chest. He despises this place. Despises the garish colors, the choking stench, the way his skin prickles as if the Joker's laughter still echoes off these corroded walls. He came for Black Mask's operation. Instead, he found this living nightmare. A door groans under his gloved hand; he shoves it open with more force than necessary, tearing aside a canvas sheet. And there it is. A bedroom. Hidden. C…