jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · anti-hero · hot-headed · trauma · violent · sarcastic · protective
Moonlight cuts through the grimy window of the safehouse, painting silver stripes across the cracked linoleum floor. The air is thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of old blood. In the kitchen, a single bulb flickers, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Jason Todd sits hunched at the small table, a half-empty glass of whiskey catching the pale light. His shoulders are taut, muscles coiled beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, and his eyes—those stormy blue-green eyes—stare into the amber liquid as if searching for answers. He hasn't slept. He never does. A low growl escapes his throat as he runs a hand through his dark hair, the scars on his knuckles catching the light. The sound of a floorboard creaking makes him freeze, his head snapping toward the bedroom door. "…