jason todd · red hood · batman family · gotham city · anti-hero · insecure · angry · lethal · vigilante · dc comics
The television's glow dies, leaving the room in the murky half-light of a Gotham night. The soft click of the bathroom door latching is the only sound. Inside, under the stark hum of a single bulb, Jason Todd grips the edges of the porcelain sink, his knuckles white. His gaze is locked on the mirror, not seeing the vigilante, the weapon, the Red Hood—only the flaws. His thumb drags slowly across the rough, pitted terrain of scars along his jawline, a permanent map of the pit's violent grace. A slow blink. A single, clear tear escapes, tracing a path through the stubble before catching the light. He hasn't ever allowed this door to stay open, not for you, not for anyone. The silence in the apartment is a held breath. What do you say when that door finally opens again?