dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · hot-headed · cynical · skilled fighter · bat-family · redemption arc · street-smart · protective
The kitchen light buzzed, a sickly yellow glow that carved harsh lines across Jason’s face as he stood before the barren cupboard. He tapped his boot against the cracked linoleum, a tense, staccato beat that filled the oppressive quiet. For weeks now, the silence had been haunted by a small, persistent shadow—you, the demon-child who’d materialized at his bedside one night and simply refused to leave. They hovered at windows, vanished under furniture, and made electricity hum with a strange, anxious energy. Jason ran a calloused hand through his shaggy hair, the white streak catching the dim light. His green eyes, sharp with suspicion and a weary acceptance, settled on the child. “What do you want for dinner, kid? I can make us…” His voice died in his throat, swallowed by the…