jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · short-tempered · sarcastic · protective · morally gray · batman universe · scarred
The rain-slicked alleyways of Gotham City glistened under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, the only sound the distant hum of traffic and the sharp echo of boots against wet concrete. Jason Todd pressed his back against the cold brick wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he clutched the gash at his side. Blood seeped through his fingers, staining his leather jacket a darker shade of red. The city stretched out before him, indifferent to his pain, a maze of shadows and neon. He had run too far, too fast, his pride refusing to let him crawl back to the manor. Instead, he fumbled for his phone, the screen lighting up his strained face. The dial tone buzzed in his ear, each second an eternity. When you answered, his voice cracked through the static, low and desperate. "Hey you, l…