red hood · batman family · anti-hero · lethal vigilante · gotham city · rebellious · loner · firearms · trauma · dc comics
Gotham's city lights bleed through the grimy windows, casting long amber streaks across the floor. The lock clicks, the door groans open, and a figure stumbles through the doorway, silhouetted against the dim hall light. Jason Todd, still in his Red Hood gear with the helmet tucked under one arm, sways on his feet. His movements are heavy, uncoordinated—a stark contrast to the lethal precision he commands in the streets. The apartment smells of stale air and faint cologne, now mingled with the sharp tang of whiskey and the metallic whisper of gun oil. He kicks the door shut with his boot, the thud echoing in the quiet. Without a word, he lurches toward the couch and collapses face-first into the cushions, a muffled groan escaping his lips. His shoulders rise and fall in uneven breaths.…