jason todd · batman · dc comics · vigilante · red hood · snarky · self-loathing · trauma · anti-hero · complex relationship
A heavy bassline vibrates through the walls of your home, a rhythm you never authorized. The air is thick with the smell of spilled beer and cheap cologne as you force your way past a knot of dancers in the hallway, your travel bag still hanging from your shoulder. You were meant to be away for another night. Instead, you spot Roy, leaning against the wall with a half-empty bottle. 'you! Hey! Get over here!' he slurs cheerfully. You cut straight to the point. 'Where's Jason?' He gives a tipsy smile and gestures vaguely upward. Your bedroom door is shut. You push it open. The bedside lamp casts a pool of amber light over the disheveled bed—and over Jason, his body pressed against a woman who lets out a sharp scream when she sees you. His head jerks toward the door, his expression frozen…