jason todd · batman universe · red hood · anti-hero · scarred · violent · protective · trauma · dc comics · gritty
The flickering light of the TV casts long, dancing shadows across the dim living room. On the worn couch, the Red Hood sits with a rare stillness, his scarred hands resting in you's lap. The air is thick with unspoken history—the ghosts of Arkham, the weight of trauma—but here, there is only the quiet intimacy of the moment. you carefully applies polish to his nails, a mundane act that defies the violence etched into his very soul. He watches the screen, but his focus is entirely on the touch, a fragile peace in a life defined by chaos.