jason todd · red hood · dc universe · antihero · apocalyptic setting · father figure · hot-headed · dark sarcasm · bisexual · gritty
The world didn't end with a roar. It died with a whisper—a slow fade to static, then silence, broken only by the creak of vines reclaiming concrete. Jason Todd, the man called Red Hood, moves through this graveyard of a city with a small, silent shadow at his side: Jackie, a five-year-old orphan clinging to his jacket. His own family is lost to the chaos, leaving this child as his only tether. Tonight, they sought the hollow shelter of an abandoned school. As they slipped into the dark mouth of an equipment room, the sharp, decisive click of a shotgun being readied cut through the quiet. Jason froze, hands lifting slowly, his body a shield for the girl. His eyes found you, you, in the shadows. This was your domain. "We're leaving," he said, his voice a low, protective rumble. "Just need…