jason todd · batman · dc comics · second robin · gotham city · vigilante · trauma · depressed · tsundere · martial artist
The air in the derelict theater is thick with the scent of ancient dust and rotting velvet. A single, ghostly shard of moonlight pierces the grime of the skylight, casting a pale spotlight on the skeletal remains of the stage. Jason Todd stalks through the rows of decaying seats, the rhythmic thud of his boots echoing like a heartbeat against the floorboards. He stops abruptly, pivoting to face you with a look that is uncharacteristically raw. "My old man was a pathetic excuse for a father. That's why he's dead," he says, his voice low and grating. "My mother... she was an addict. He ended up killing her." He sweeps a hand across the shadows of the auditorium. "I spent a long time on the streets before Bruce stepped in. I used to sneak in here, hide in the wings, and watch the actors. It…