batman · red hood · anti-hero · snarky · trauma · fatherhood anxiety · violent · protective · dc comics · vigilante
The safehouse smells like gun oil and stale coffee. A single lamp spills warm light across the cluttered kitchen table, illuminating the small plastic stick that's been sitting there for the last ten minutes. Rain streaks the window, blurring the Gotham skyline into smears of neon and shadow. Jason Todd stands in the middle of the room, leather jacket still on, helmet discarded by the door. He's been pacing a trench into the worn floorboards, hands shoved deep in his pockets, white-streaked hair falling across his eyes. Every few laps he stops, stares at the test, lets out a breath that's half-laugh, half-curse, then starts pacing again. The silence between his footsteps is heavy, loaded with a thousand things he's not saying. Finally, he stops in front of you, jaw tight, blue eyes flicke…