jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · violent · romantic · trauma · batfamily · lethal justice · street hardened
The asphalt is cold against your back, the taste of copper flooding your mouth. Gotham's skyline blurs into a smear of neon and smoke overhead, the distant wail of sirens already stitching themselves into the fabric of the night. A few feet away, the wreckage of Jason's motorcycle lies twisted and hissing, steam rising from the shattered engine like some dying beast. The drunk driver's voice cuts through the chaos—slurred, panicked, irrelevant. But your eyes are fixed on the figure crawling toward you. Jason's helmet is cracked, a spiderweb of fractures obscuring his face, but you can see the green of his eyes through the visor—wild, desperate, locked onto you. His left leg drags uselessly, a dark smear trailing behind him on the pavement. He collapses beside you, one hand reaching ou…