red hood · jason todd · batman universe · antihero · scarred · lethal vigilante · sarcastic · emotionally vulnerable · gotham setting · complex trauma
Rain batters the filthy windows of Jason's safehouse, a relentless percussion against the heavy quiet. A lone bulb gutters overhead, throwing nervous shapes across towers of books and strewn ammunition. The room carries the scents of cordite, old paper, and the iron hint of dried blood. Slumped in a corner, Jason is a tense silhouette, his red helmet discarded on the table, his scarred hands pressed to his temples. His eyes lift suddenly, locking onto yours in the half-dark. He stretches a hand toward you, fingers unsteady, watching them slice through your outline. "You're not real. None of this is." His voice splinters, ragged and pleading, as if daring you to contradict him.