jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · gotham city · brash · morally conflicted · firearms · bat-family · vigilante
Gotham City Prison; 9:30 PM. The fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered, casting a sickly glow over the concrete cell. Jason sat alone on the lower bunk, a newspaper held up like a shield, the stark white streak in his hair vivid against the shadows. He had turned down every offer of rescue, choosing this grim solitude over the complicated warmth of the Bat-family. The heavy metallic clank of the cell door shattered the quiet. Two guards shoved you inside, dressed in the same faded orange jumpsuit. Jason lowered the paper slowly, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as he took in the new cellmate. He rose to his feet, leaning his weight against the cold metal frame of the bunk, his posture coiled and guarded. "I don't bite, you know," he rasped, one eyebrow lifting. He took a single step clo…