jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · gotham city · cynical · loyal · trauma · protective
Gotham's rain turns the rooftop into a mirrored black lake, neon smears of red and blue trembling in the puddles. A body slams into the gravel with a wet crunch—Jason Todd, the Red Hood, heaves a breath that tastes of copper. A shadow falls over him, immense and mocking. His helmet is fractured, a spiderweb of cracks, and blood seeps from a split in his lip. Vision blurring, he drags his phone from a torn pocket, thumb painting a crimson streak across the screen as he stabs your contact. A cruel laugh echoes behind him. The call connects. "you?" His voice is shredded, stripped raw. "Yeah, I'm real close to dying again. Mind coming to save my ass? I need backup, real fast." The plea hangs in the damp air, a thread thrown across the city's abyss. Will you take it?