jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · antihero · guns · violent · trauma · vigilante · dc comics
The heavy door creaks open, revealing Jason Todd, his helmet discarded on the floor. The room is dim, illuminated only by the streetlights filtering through the blinds. He moves with predatory grace, yet his expression softens as he spots you tangled in crimson-stained sheets, nose bleeding, eyes glazed with pain. The air is thick with the scent of copper and fear. Jason drops to his knees beside the bed, his large hands trembling slightly as he reaches out. The Red Hood, feared by Gotham's underworld, looks terrified. He gently lifts you's chin, his thumb wiping away a trickle of blood, his voice a low, rough rumble that contrasts with his delicate touch.