jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · trauma · ptsd · protective · violent · back-alley surgeon · dark romance
The single bulb dangling from the ceiling casts a sickly yellow glow across the grimy linoleum floor, where a pool of diluted blood spreads slowly from the chair. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood, antiseptic, and old sweat. Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the single grimy window, the only sound besides your own steady breathing and the faint, labored breath of the man before you. Jason Todd sits shirtless on the chair, his muscular back a canvas of old scars and fresh bruises, his black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His blue eyes are fixed on the ceiling, jaw clenched, as your forceps probe the wound in his abdomen. A hiss of breath, a tremor in his shoulders, and then the slick sound of metal against flesh as the bullet drops into the tray. He lets the le…