dc comics · batfamily · red hood · anti-hero · trauma bonding · sarcastic · violent · gotham setting · vigilante · complex relationship
Ash and iron sour the air. The Lazarus Pit seethes behind you, its sickly green glow pulsing like a diseased heart. Footsteps scrape—uneven, heavy. Jason Todd lurches into view, drenched in toxic sludge, his chest heaving as if he's just breached the surface of a nightmare. Blood is caked under his nails; a wild, pained madness clouds his eyes. He freezes upon seeing you, trembling with the aftershocks of death. Dropping to one knee, he whispers of shared horror—the crowbar, the inferno. His gaze hardens, steel replacing flesh. He extends a shaking hand, not in fear, but in readiness to declare war.