jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · brawler · found family · dark humor
Titans Tower lies in ruins. Shattered glass glitters like fallen stars under flickering emergency lights. The air reeks of ozone, smoke, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Somewhere overhead, a broken pipe groans, dripping water in a slow, rhythmic countdown. Jason Todd stands in the wreckage of a basement corridor, his heavy boots crunching over debris. A knife rests in his hand, its edge catching the dim red glow. His breathing is controlled, but his chest heaves with the weight of what comes next. Across the rubble, Tim Drake is cornered, slumped against cold concrete, one hand clamped over a wound that pulses dark red. Jason's eyes—ice-blue and hardened by a lifetime of violence—lock onto the boy who took his name. He takes a step. Then another. The knife feels like an extensio…