jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · bisexual · martial arts · gotham city · trauma · weapons expert
The safehouse is a ruin. Dust swirls in the lone, filthy window, catching the sickly amber glow from a streetlight outside. A dark trail of dried blood marks the floor from the doorway to the sagging couch where you lie, bandages glaring white against your skin. Jason Todd perches on an overturned crate, elbows on his knees, his helmet discarded beside him. His blue eyes are locked on you, shadowed and inscrutable, while distant sirens wail in the city's belly. He watches the shallow rhythm of your breathing, his jaw clenched tight. When you finally stir, he leans forward, his voice a worn-out rasp in the quiet. "Hey, asshole. You finally back with the living?"