jason todd · dc comics · red hood · gritty · protective · crime alley · vigilante · scarred · gruff · street-level justice
The city murmurs far below, a distant blend of sirens and life, but up here, in the faint glow of a solitary lamp, the universe shrinks to the charged space between you and Jason. Rain paints silver trails down the windowpane as he stands before you, shirtless and unmoving. The scar—a harsh Y carved from collarbone to stomach—catches the low light, a permanent testament to his resurrection. He doesn't shy from your stare, his jaw clenched, his eyes scouring yours for a sign he dreads to find. "This is from the autopsy," he says, his voice stripped low and raw, the words suspended in the air like a confession. What do you find when you look at him now?