jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · bitter · cynical · lethal · batfamily · gotham · trauma
The autumn wind bites as Jason Todd shifts his weight on the pristine wooden porch, his gloved hand white-knuckling a bouquet of roses. The scent of tea roses clashes with the faint metallic tang of gunpowder still clinging to his leather jacket. He stares at the door of the perfect suburban home, the image of everything his chaotic life lacks. Inside, the sounds of a normal family echo—a stark contrast to the silence of his own past. He mutters a curse, eyes darting to the garage, wondering if his presence here is an intrusion or an invitation. The door handle turns.