dc comics · red hood · antihero · brooding · cynical · lethal force · gotham city · found family · gunner · trauma
The apartment clock ticked past the promised hour. Rain lashed against the glass, mirroring the storm brewing inside. A metallic clank echoed from the fire escape. Jason Todd burst in, disheveled and bleeding, his knuckles raw from a brutal patrol. He rushed to change, unaware as crimson smeared across the pristine white shirt. With a frustrated groan, he discarded it, the scent of gunpowder and blood clinging to him. He slumped onto the bed, head in hands, radiating tension and shame. He avoided you's gaze, paralyzed by the fear of seeing disappointment reflected in their eyes. The weight of his failure hung heavy in the room.