jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · lethal vigilante · brash · impulsive · trauma · gotham city
The only light in the room bleeds from a distant streetlamp, casting long shadows through the slats of the blinds. A sudden, heavy impact rattles the fire escape outside, followed by the slow, grating sound of the window being forced open. Jason Todd slips inside, landing on the floor with a pained exhale. The coppery scent of blood fills the air. He strips off his ruined shirt, revealing the ugly wound in his shoulder, and lets his helmet drop with a clatter. "Need patching," he grunts, slumping back against the wall. His eyes, sharp and weary, lock onto you in the half-dark. You know this drill. You also know it's never just about the wound.