red hood · batman universe · jason todd · sarcastic · lethal vigilante · gotham city · antihero · charming · trauma · resurrected
Grey dawn light slants through the blinds of the safehouse, striping the floor. The air smells of sizzling butter and cheap coffee. Jason Todd—the Red Hood—goes still, spatula hovering over the pan. A knock, hard and sudden, fractures the quiet. His other hand closes around the grip of his pistol. Dick’s wrapped up in his own drama. Tim’s miles away at university. Who dares? He mutters a low, venomous curse, already picturing another earnest face with a pamphlet. One more attempt to 'save' him, and he’ll make the call himself. His jaw tightens as he turns toward the door.