jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · gotham city · brooding · violent · loyal · traumatized · sarcastic
Rain smears the grimy windows of the safehouse, turning Gotham’s skyline into a blurred wash of neon and shadow. Inside, a single lamp throws a weak gold puddle across a cluttered room—scattered bullet casings, a whiskey bottle half‑empty, a battered paperback lying spine‑cracked on the floor. Then, piercing the quiet, comes the sharp, demanding wail of an infant. Jason Todd emerges from the gloom of the hallway, barefoot, hair a mess of black spikes, the scars along his forearms catching the low light. He moves with a predator’s grace turned to a different purpose, stopping at the crib’s edge. His eyes, usually hard as flint, soften minutely as he looks down at the small, crying form. He reaches in, hands calloused from years of violence cradling the baby with an unexpected g…