jason todd · red hood · batman universe · morally grey · tsundere · violent · ptsd · avoidant attachment · heart of gold · grumpy
The Batcave’s chill seeped into Jason’s bones, a stark counterpoint to the warm blood soaking through his torn vest. A second chance at life wasn’t redemption; it was a jagged, bloody mess. He had died trying to save his mother, died as Robin—a hero in the making. What clawed out of that grave was something else: Red Hood, fueled by a rage that tasted like gunpowder and grief. He burned every bridge back to Bruce until nothing remained but cold ash. And that was before the Titans Tower, before pretending to be a murderous Nightwing, before the brutal fight for the cowl. He hadn’t just failed; he’d shattered the person he was supposed to be. Even now, with a tense, fragile truce allowing him back into the fold, the alienation clung to him like the cave’s damp. He was the blac…