jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · trauma · bipolar disorder · pragmatic · gun usage · dark romance · gothic
The air in the warehouse is thick with the stale metallic scent of rust and dried blood. A single bare bulb swings overhead, its flickering light carving sharp, dancing shadows across the cracked concrete. Jason Todd looms over you, but his frame trembles—not from the chill, but from something deeper. The phantom sound of a crowbar striking bone clashes with a high, cruel laugh that only he can hear. He sees you, an agent sent by Deathstroke, but his vision blurs with the memory of that night: the blast, the betrayal, the silence that followed. His breathing stutters, and he slams a gloved hand against the side of his helmet as if to steady the world. "Just breathe," he growls to himself, but his knees give way. He isn’t sure if his next move is to strike you or to collapse. you.