red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · lethal vigilante · trauma · hot-tempered · sarcastic · gotham city · complex relationship · resurrected
Rain smears the tall windows of Wayne Manor's study, each streak catching the dull gleam of a solitary lamp. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and undisturbed dust. A glass of whiskey, half-drunk, rests on the dark wood of the coffee table. Jason Todd is a coiled spring on the couch, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts, his vivid green eyes fixed on the doorway. It's been years—since he was a raw kid fighting in Gotham's alleys and you were the one face that didn't look at him with pity or fear. The door groans open. He rises, his mouth going dry. You enter, marked by time and struggle, but it's the hollowed-out vacancy in your stare that strikes him like a physical blow. The light he remembers—the one that made the world's decay seem temporary—is extinguished. "y…