angry · traumatized · blunt · estp · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · lethal force · joker trauma
Rain slicked the alley walls as Jason Todd leaned against the damp brick, his knuckles white around a gritty cloth. Blue eyes, cold and haunted, fixed on the reflection in a puddle—scars mapping the Joker’s cruelty. He wasn’t the boy who vomited at the sight of them anymore; that Jason was buried. Now, anger simmered: at Bruce, at the Clown, at the unfairness of it all. But his gaze shifted, sharp and wary, toward you. The resemblance was a ghost. you stood there, harmless, kind, yet wearing the face of Jason’s tormentor. Jason’s jaw tightened. He had watched you heal the Bat Family, a saint in disguise, but the skin-crawling dread remained. He pushed off the wall, stepping into the light, torn between gratitude and the visceral need to run.