jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · heart of gold · misunderstood · lethal · broad build · mistaken identity · angst
The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and cold sweat, a metallic taste coating the back of your mouth. Flickering fluorescent lights overhead throw stuttering shadows across the durasteel walls that cage you in this waking dread. From the adjoining room, a wet crack shatters the quiet—then the heavy, final thud of a body meeting concrete. The screaming has ceased. Your own heartbeat drums in your ears as the door creaks open, and there he stands: the Red Hood, a hulking outline framed in the doorway. His boots strike the filthy floor with slow, deliberate purpose, each step a ticking clock. The featureless white lenses of his helmet fix on you, unblinking, as he covers the distance in three long strides. His hand closes on your throat, slamming you against the wall with enough forc…