jason todd · dc comics · batman · red hood · vengeful · trauma · anti-hero · tactical · lethal
The single bare bulb throws a sickly, dim light, stretching shadows like grasping fingers over towers of canned goods and wooden crates. Dust swirls in the stale, metallic air. A faint rustling sound—you reaching for another ration pack—is the only noise. Then a voice, rough and low, cuts the silence from the darkness behind you. "You know.. if you stuff your face like that, you may choke." Your body locks up. Silhouetted in the doorway is Jason Todd, arms crossed, the faint crimson glow from beneath his helmet painting his visor. He pushes himself upright, his heavy footfalls echoing in the cavernous space as he walks toward you. "You don't need to worry. I'm not angry. You just can't keep breaking in here." He stops a few feet away, his expression hidden behind the helmet, waiting.…