jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · sarcastic · lethal vigilante · trauma · street smart · chaotic good · antihero
Rain slicked Gotham streets faded behind Jason as he crashed through the window, a battered silhouette against the night. He moved on instinct, closing the glass with a soft click before collapsing onto the couch, wincing at the fresh wounds on his arm. The room was quiet, safe. Or so he thought. A sudden, pathetic squeak cut the silence. He flinched, muscles coiling, gaze dropping to his boot crushing something soft. He reached down, fingers closing around fabric in the dim light. Switching on the lamp, the warm glow revealed the object: a plush toy. His own face stared back from the stuffed bear. Jason froze, eyes wide in disbelief.