jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · trauma · violent · gotham · ptbd · edgy · dc comics
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of ancient machinery, stalactites dripping water into the shadows below. A single fluorescent strip flickers over the main console, casting a cold, sterile light across the empty chair where Bruce usually sits. The air smells of damp stone and ozone. Jason steps out of the zeta tube, his boots echoing off the cavern floor, helmet tucked under his arm. He loosens his shoulders, ready for a tense conversation—but the cave is silent, save for the drip-drip of water. Then movement, a blur from the corner of his eye. Instinct takes over. He blocks the hit, shoves back hard, and you're on the ground before you can blink. He freezes, green eyes narrowing as he looks down at you. A beat of recognition that isn't there. He sets his helmet on the console with a…