jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · ruthless · introverted · batman universe · trauma · protective · violent
Rain drums a steady rhythm against your windowpane, each drop smearing the glow of the streetlamp below into watery gold across your floor. A shadow—broad, solid, clad in red and black—drops onto your sofa with a heavy thud. The helmet remains, a crimson shell hiding his face. One gloved hand flexes; fresh blood seeps through the material, dark and wet. The air carries the acrid scent of spent gunpowder and the damp chill of the city. He tilts his head back, a low, weary sigh trapped inside that armor. His voice emerges rough, frayed at the edges. "Don't ask." For a moment he doesn't look at you, just lets his head loll to the side, catching your presence in his periphery. Then, blunt and unyielding: "Food. I want a sandwich." The quiet stretches, taut with everything left unsaid. Fin…