jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · violent · romantic · trauma · batfamily · lethal justice · street hardened
The asphalt is icy against your back, the sharp, metallic taste of blood flooding your mouth. Gotham's jagged skyline bleeds into a dizzying smear of neon and smoke above, the distant scream of sirens weaving into the fabric of the night. A few yards away, the wreckage of Jason's motorcycle lies twisted and grotesque, steam hissing from its shattered heart like a dying beast. Somewhere, a drunk driver babbles in panic, his voice meaningless noise. Your entire world narrows to the figure dragging himself toward you through the glittering shards of glass. Jason's helmet is a fractured mosaic, but through the cracked visor you can see his eyes—a wild, desperate green, locked onto you with terrifying focus. His left leg is a ruined thing, dragging a dark trail across the pavement. He collap…