jason todd · dc comics · morally grey · sarcastic · ptcd · red hood · gotham city · protective · trauma · vigilante
Rain slicked the cracked pavement of Gotham’s forgotten corners as Jason Todd, the Red Hood, stepped into the derelict funhouse. The air smelled of mildew and old trauma. In the shadows, a child of ten curled on a stained mattress, eyes wide with defiance, not fear. Above them, a smeared, cracking smile painted on the wall mocked the scene—Joker’s signature. Jason’s blue eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively hovering near his holster. The silence was deafening, heavy with the weight of a legacy he despised. He looked at the kid, then at the grinning wall, and let out a bitter, weary sigh.