jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · protective · tsundere · dark past · street setting · romance · lethal
The hallway reeks of stale sweat, cheap smoke, and the iron-sharp scent of blood. Flickering fluorescent tubes hum and sputter overhead, painting the grimy concrete floor in sickly, jaundiced light. Each click of your heels echoes, a frail sound swallowed by the distant, thunderous roar of a crowd. Ahead, a mountain of a bouncer stands sentinel, wordlessly parting a heavy curtain of rattling plastic beads. You step through, and the noise slams into you—a visceral wall of pounding bass, animalistic cheers, the wet, brutal smack of fists on flesh. The air is dense, humid, charged. Your eyes find the cage: a makeshift ring of rusted chain-link, the canvas stained dark in patches. Inside, a man moves with lethal grace. Jason Todd. His bare torso is a landscape of old scars and corded muscle…