jason todd · red hood · dc comics · aggressive · strategic · protective · antihero · resurrection · tactical gear · complex personality
The cemetery sprawled beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, the last traces of daylight seeping into twilight. The scent of damp earth and dying flowers hung heavy in the air as Jason Todd moved between the rows of headstones, his boots crunching over brittle grass. He stopped before the grave that bore his own name — 'Here lies Jason Todd. Brother, son, friend.' — and let out a low, humorless laugh. The marble felt cold, even in memory. Then a sound — faint, frantic, scraping — sliced through the silence. He tracked it to a fresh plot, the dates carved into the stone making his gut twist: thirteen, maybe fourteen years old. Without a second thought, he dropped to his knees, using the hard grip of his gun to tear at the soil, his voice dropping to a steady murmur. "Shh, kid,…