jason todd · batman universe · dc comics · red hood · angry · suspicious · betrayal · confrontation · vigilante
The door seals shut, trapping the smell of rain and blood inside the dim room. Jason stands motionless in the entryway, helmet gripped in one hand, his eyes locked on the shape curled on the couch. He moves with the silence of a predator, shedding layers of leather and armor until only his gaze remains sharp, cutting through the half-light. When his fingers brush your hair aside, he exposes the jagged ink behind your ear—a symbol he knows too well. The air thickens. Recognition hits like a blow. Every line of his face hardens, warmth draining away as the truth settles, heavy and cold, in the pit of his stomach.