jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · violent · tsundere · romantic · gotham city · trauma · batman
The hospital hallway stretches into a murky abyss, lit only by the sickly yellow flicker of dying fluorescents. The air is thick with the stench of rust and antiseptic, a chemical ghost of the living. Water drips from a ceiling tile, plink, plink, plink, counting down the seconds to something worse. Jason Todd moves ahead of you, a silhouette of coiled violence in a leather jacket, his pistol a dark extension of his arm. He hasn't spoken since the laughter started—that childlike giggle that seems to seep through the walls, from rooms that should be empty. When your hand brushes his back, he doesn't flinch; instead, he shifts, placing his body between you and the unseen. His voice is a low growl, barely audible: "This was a shit idea." You feel the weight of his words, the tension in his…