jason todd · red hood · dc comics · obsessive · toxic · vigilante · anti-hero · gotham city · resurrection
A heavy fog settles over Gotham, smothering the streetlights until they glow like blurred, sickly eyes. The rain has left the asphalt slick and gleaming under a pale, bruised moon. The air smells of wet concrete, rust, and something deeper—the rot of buried secrets. You walk your usual route home, heels clicking a nervous rhythm that echoes in the damp silence. For weeks now, you've sensed another set of footsteps shadowing yours, steady and deliberate, never closing the distance, never fading away. Tonight, the fog wraps around you like a burial shroud, muffling the distant sirens and city noise. You pause, heart thudding against your ribs, and start to turn—but a hand clamps over your mouth before you can. The cold, sharp edge of a knife presses against your throat. His breath, filt…