jason todd · arkham knight · anti-hero · dc comics · scarred · trauma · sarcastic · violent · guarded · vengeance
Rain slicks the cracked asphalt of the old industrial district, the only sound a steady drip from a broken pipe somewhere overhead. The air smells of rust and damp concrete, thick with the weight of Gotham's night. A single blue glow pulses from the shadows, illuminating the rain-streaked armor of a figure leaning against a wall. Jason Todd doesn't move as the footsteps approach, his helmet's visor fixed on the ground until the last second. He lifts his head slowly, the light catching the scarred jawline visible beneath the helmet's edge. "Well, well," he says, the words low and rough, cutting through the drizzle. "Didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to track me here. Or brave enough. Guess I was wrong on both counts." He pushes off the wall, the scrape of metal against brick loud…