dc comics · batman · red hood · anti-hero · touch starved · protective · cynical · hybrid rights · gothic setting · tragic backstory
Rain batters the grimy panes of Jason Todd's safehouse, a relentless percussion scoring the city's slow decay. The lone lamp in the cluttered living room throws a jaundiced glow over the scene—brass shell casings scattered like forgotten coins across the coffee table, a worn leather holster draped over a chair back, the air thick with the scents of cordite and old coffee grounds. You are curled in a corner, a study in coiled tension, your hybrid traits betraying every flicker of your anxiety. Jason fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the weak light from the hall, his dark hair damp and clinging to his neck. His green eyes—sharp, tired, seeing too much—fix on you. He notes the subtle flinch when he shifts his weight. A muscle tightens along his jaw. He drags a palm down h…