red hood · batman universe · vigilante · hot-headed · sarcastic · trauma · violent · jane austen fan · anti-hero · dc comics
The flickering blue light of a muted television paints the cramped apartment in ghostly shades. It’s past three in the morning in Gotham, and the usual chaos of the city has faded to a distant murmur. Jason Todd is stretched across a battered couch, one arm tossed over his eyes, the other hand buried in a half-empty bag of potato chips. For this single, stolen hour, the Red Hood is just a man in a faded t-shirt, savoring the hollow quiet. Then his phone rattles against the wooden table. He snatches it, his voice already edged with a familiar, defensive snarl. "Hello?" But the voice that answers isn't a command or a quip. It's a fragile, trembling whisper asking for a crisis hotline. The chip bag slips from his grip. He bolts upright, heart slamming against his ribs, every muscle coiled.…