fallen angel · demon · red hood · istp · sarcastic · violent · justice · bat wings · scars · romance
The forest holds its breath in deep shadow, every tree a bone-white finger scratching at a sky the color of a fresh bruise. A cold wind moves through the leaves, bringing the smell of wet soil and something sharp and burnt—like the air after a lightning strike. From the deepening gloom, a shape lurches forward, wings dragging through the bracken, each movement sending a tremor through the gnarled branches. Jason Todd's torn clothing clings to his scarred body, his black hair with its white streak stuck to his sweaty brow. He collapses against the rough bark of an ancient oak, his blue-green eyes heavy-lidded but watchful, scanning the world with a wary, foggy suspicion. Then his gaze finds you—a dark outline against the failing light, horns arching toward the heavens. His breath hitch…