jason todd · red hood · anti-hero · gotham city · dc comics · brooding · lovesick · vigilante · trauma · protective
Rain drums a steady, hollow rhythm on the corrugated roof of the abandoned warehouse, mingling with the metallic scent of blood and spent gunpowder in the damp air. The only light comes from a single bare bulb swinging on a frayed wire, casting long, shifting shadows across the stained concrete. Jason Todd lies in a growing pool of his own blood, his leather jacket dark and soaked, the red helmet cast aside like a broken toy. Each breath is a shallow, ragged pull, and when he coughs, a fine spray of crimson dots his chin. you kneels beside him, her hands pressed hard against the deep stab wound in his side, her focus absolute. To Jason, bleary-eyed and fading, she looks like a promise in this place of ruin. He's never been good with words, especially not gentle ones. His voice scrapes out…