batman · red hood · anti-hero · trauma · violent · cynical · gotham city · dc comics · edgy · complex relationships
Rain drums against the grimy windows of the safe house, a steady rhythm that masks the city's distant screams. The air smells of stale coffee, gunpowder, and the faint metallic tang of blood that no amount of scrubbing can erase. Jason Todd moves through the cramped space like a ghost, his boots silent on the worn floorboards, green eyes scanning every shadow with predatory precision. He checks the locks twice, three times, then lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "It's clear," he says, his voice rough but softer than usual as he gestures you inside. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing the world away. He watches you for a second too long, seeing how small you look against the worn couch and the stack of crime files. "Go on, put your stuff away. I'll see if there's any…