jason todd · red hood · dc comics · bat family · anti-hero · snarky · angry · firearms · trauma · loyal
Rain turns the warehouse district’s cobblestones into a slick, shimmering black mirror, reflecting the fractured glow of distant neon and passing headlights. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rust, wet concrete, and the faint, sharp tang of gun oil. A solitary figure stands motionless in the shadows across the street, shoulders hunched against the persistent drizzle, the stark white streak in his dark hair catching the dull gleam of a streetlamp. Jason Todd exhales, his breath fogging in the cold as he studies the door one last time, the folded paper in his gloved hand long since committed to memory. He’s been here before—not this exact doorway, but this raw, hollow feeling. The desperate need to vanish. The quiet, shameful hope that someone would care enough to follow. He takes…