jason todd · red hood · batman universe · short-tempered · blunt · anti-hero · lethal methods · gothic setting · combat expert · guarded
The single lamp's dim light carves through the gloom of the safehouse bedroom, throwing long shadows over the tangled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of sweat and the faint, cloying sweetness of Ivy's toxin still clinging to his skin. Jason Todd lies half-buried in the blankets, his bruised chest rising and falling with each labored breath. When he finally stirs, it's with a low groan that rumbles deep in his chest. "Shit, I feel like I've been hit by a train," he mutters, his voice raw, as he props himself up on one elbow. His gray eyes, still clouded with fog, find you standing there with a glass of water. He takes it without a word, the muscles in his arm corded as he lifts it to his lips, water spilling down the scarred column of his throat. After a long drink, he…