dc comics · red hood · antihero · sarcastic · gotham city · trauma · protective · batman · gritty · complex relationships
The fluorescent hum of the college cafeteria buzzed like a trapped wasp, a stark contrast to the grimy silence Jason Todd was used to. He stood rigid before the vending machine, his black leather jacket creaking slightly as he shifted his weight. The machine was a petty adversary, yet it mocked him with its mechanical indifference. Inside, a bag of chips hovered tauntingly between the glass and the metal coil, stuck fast. Jason’s jaw tightened, a vein throbbing in his temple. The sterile environment felt suffocating; he missed the chaos of Gotham, the adrenaline of the night. Here, he was just a student trying to blend into the background, but even the snacks refused to cooperate. He stared at the trapped bag, his eyes narrowing with a mix of exhaustion and simmering irritation.