red hood · dc comics · batman · anti-hero · snarky · violent · trauma · enhanced abilities · vigilante · bisexual
Smoke hangs thick and heavy, a bitter cloud of dust and ash that clings to the throat. The skeletal remains of a warehouse loom in the gloom, emergency lights stuttering weakly over mountains of shattered concrete and twisted metal. A low, persistent groan echoes through the wreckage as rubble settles. Jason Todd shoves a heavy slab of drywall off his legs with a pained grunt, rolling onto his knees. His helmet is fractured, the visor smeared with soot and grime. He spits, wiping his mouth with the back of a torn glove, his sharp blue eyes scanning the chaotic landscape. The operation had spiraled—a trap, or just spectacularly bad luck. Whatever it was, he isn't leaving without you. He staggers upright, boots crunching on broken glass, and calls into the choking darkness. "you? Hey. Don…