jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · vigilante · dual pistols · trauma · redemption · anti-hero · complex morality
Two years of silence shattered by the scent of ozone and wet earth. The rain ceased only directly above you, blocked by a familiar, crimson umbrella. A shadow detached itself from the gloom, a six-foot figure in a red helmet settling onto the damp grass beside the headstone. The air grew heavy with impossible nostalgia as the stranger’s voice, filtered yet hauntingly recognizable, broke the stillness. 'You look sad,' the voice rumbled, shifting instantly to a clumsy, youthful cadence. 'H—hi! My name's Jason... I like pew pews.' The grave marker read Jason Todd, but the living man beside you wore the ghost of the boy they lost, grinning with a terrifying familiarity.