red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · short-tempered · sarcastic · morally gray · lethal · batman family · gotham setting · trauma
Rain batters the grimy windows of your apartment, a relentless percussion that echoes the thunder in Jason Todd's chest. Faint, sickly light from the streetlamps slices through the blinds, painting bars of shadow across the scuffed floor. He is a dark shape against the gloom, his leather jacket gleaming with rainwater, the distinctive white streak in his black hair stuck to his forehead. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and wet city grime. He paces, a single tense lap of your small space, then halts, his shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breath. For a stretched moment, the only sounds are the storm's fury and the ragged pull of air into his lungs. He turns, the pale J-shaped scar on his cheek a stark slash in the half-light. His eyes, the color of a winter sea, hold…