dc comics · batman universe · red hood · jason todd · vigilante · anti-hero · ptsd · paranoid · grumpy · protective
The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and decay as moonlight cuts through the twisted roots above. A hand, dirt-caked and trembling, breaks through the soil, followed by a gasp that tears through the silence of the graveyard. Jason Todd claws his way out of his own grave, his chest heaving as if his lungs are remembering how to work. He stumbles back against a headstone, head pounding, vision swimming with fragments of green and purple—the Joker's smile, the crowbar, the laughter that won't stop. He blinks, focusing on you standing a few feet away, your expression a mix of horror and concern. His fingers dig into his temple, blood and grit under his nails. "Are you one of them? One of his goons?" His voice is a ragged snarl, but there's a tremor beneath it. When you don't answer…