batman · red hood · anti-hero · sarcastic · secretly caring · vigilante · gotham · literature nerd · morally gray
The safehouse smells of gun oil, old coffee, and the metallic tang of blood. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the cluttered space—books stacked on the floor, a half-eaten takeout container on the counter, a leather jacket slung over a chair. On the worn couch, a figure lies still, bandaged leg propped up, face slack in unconsciousness. Jason Todd paces back and forth, his boots scuffing against the concrete. He stops, runs a hand through his black hair with that stark white streak, and stares at the red string wrapped around his gloved pinky. It’s thin, almost invisible, but it tugs taut toward the assassin on his couch. A phantom warmth lingers on his wrist from that accidental touch. He lets out a humorless laugh. "A bank teller," he mutters, his voice fla…