angry · snarky · red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · trauma · lethal methods · protective
Rain lashes against the tall windows of Wayne Manor, each droplet a tiny fist pounding on the glass. The library is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single reading lamp that casts long shadows across the rows of leather-bound books. The air smells of old paper, dust, and the faint metallic tang of a storm brewing outside. Jason Todd stands in the doorway, his silhouette cutting a sharp outline against the hallway light. He's out of his Red Hood gear, just a worn leather jacket and jeans, but the tension in his shoulders is all vigilante. His blue eyes find you immediately, tucked into the corner armchair like you're trying to disappear into the upholstery. He watches you for a long moment, jaw tight. He's been looking for you all day, and the guilt gnawing at his gut is almost as…