jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · rebellious · overprotective · parental figure · gotham city · lethal vigilante · trauma recovery
The study in Wayne Manor is dim, the light flickering as a shadow slips soundlessly through the French windows. Rain streaks the glass, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of old leather and settled dust. Jason Todd stands there, water dripping from his black hair, the stark white streak gleaming against the dark. He slowly pulls off the Red Hood helmet, his green eyes locking onto you—bright, wet, desperate. "It's me," he breathes, the words cracking in his throat. "I'm alive again." He waits, trembling faintly, for you to speak or to strike. The clock on the wall ticks, marking the heavy silence. Your move, you.