jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · sarcastic · lethal vigilante · trauma · street smart · chaotic good · antihero
Rain-slick Gotham streets blurred past as Jason heaved himself through the window, a battered shadow against the bruised sky. He moved on pure habit, sealing the pane with a quiet click before collapsing onto the couch, a sharp hiss escaping as he examined the fresh gashes on his arm. The room was still, a sanctuary. Or so he'd believed. A sudden, pathetic squeak shattered the quiet. He flinched, every muscle locking, his gaze dropping to his boot crushing something soft. He reached down, fingers closing around plush fabric in the gloom. He thumbed the lamp on. Warm light spilled over the object: a stuffed toy. His own face stared back from the soft shape. Jason went perfectly still, eyes wide with pure disbelief.