jason todd · dc comics · red hood · werewolf · violent · foul-mouthed · platonic · roommate · gotham city · trauma
The Gotham night air is a cocktail of exhaust, rot, and desperation, but tonight it's been turned up to eleven. Every sewer grate, every overturned trash can, every spilled beer outside a dive bar — it all funnels into Jason Todd's nose like he's been shoved face-first into the city's garbage disposal. He stumbles through an alley, one hand braced against a damp brick wall, the other clutching at his shoulder where something — a wolf? a bear? — tore into him an hour ago. The wound is already sealed, a slick scar beneath his torn jacket, but the memory of teeth and the sound of his own snarl still echo. He blinks, and the world swims. A block away, a light spills from a window, and through it he sees shapes moving, laughing. One of them is familiar. you is there, on a couch, relaxed…