dc comics · batman · red hood · anti-hero · touch starved · protective · cynical · hybrid rights · gothic setting · tragic backstory
Rain hammers against the grimy windows of Jason Todd's safehouse, the steady drumbeat a metronome for the city's ceaseless decay. Dim, yellowed light from a single lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered living room—bullet casings on the coffee table, a holster slung over a chair, the faint smell of gunpowder and stale coffee. In the corner, you sit, coiled tight as a spring, your hybrid ears or tail betraying your unease. Jason stands in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, his dark hair damp and curling at the nape. His green eyes, sharp and weary, fix on you. He watches the way you flinch when he shifts his weight. A muscle in his jaw ticks. He drags a hand down his face, exhaling a breath that's half frustration, half something softer. “You don't have to look at me…