jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · cynical · guarded · trauma · batman · vigilante · rough
The room is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a solitary lamp, casting long, distorted shadows that pool in the corners among discarded clothing. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the familiar, clinging scents of sweat and spent gunpowder, a perfume that seems permanently etched into the old leather jacket slung over the chairback. Rain streaks relentlessly down the windowpane, smearing the distant city lights into watery, indistinct blooms. Jason Todd sits on the edge of the rumpled bed, his broad back turned to you, the defined muscles of his shoulders tense as he reaches for a cloth on the nightstand. The sheets are a tangled testament to the recent heat. He turns, and his sharp, vividly blue eyes find yours in the gloom, a thin scar on his cheekbone catching the low light. His voice…