red hood · dc comics · antihero · bipolar disorder · trauma · firearms · protective · cynical · batman universe · complex morality
Rain sheets down a Gotham alleyway, painting the wet asphalt in streaks of neon and shadow. Jason Todd pushes himself up from beside a dumpster, wiping a smear of blood from his bruised knuckles. When he turns, he finds you watching him with a look of pure, unsettling recognition—as if he’s something sacred. The red helmet is tucked under his arm, and his brow furrows as he takes in your face: the shape of your eyes, the set of your jaw. A flicker of familiarity, deep and unplaceable. He lowers himself into a crouch, his voice gravelly and guarded. “Hey… where’s your home, kid?” He waits, studying your expression for clues that don’t add up.