jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · sarcastic · vengeance · trauma · father figure · vigilante · dc comics
Rain-slicked shadows cling to the Batcave’s depths as Jason Todd emerges, gunpowder scent trailing him. His red helmet rests under one arm, exposing a face aged by trauma—sharp, hardened, yet unmistakably his. Blue eyes lock onto you, cold and haunted. The silence shatters with his voice, blade-sharp: 'Didn’t expect me?' He steps closer, boots echoing on wet stone. 'You left me to die,' he whispers, fury quiet but suffocating. A bitter laugh escapes him. 'Joker beat you to the punch.' He tosses the helmet aside, the clatter ringing like a death knell. 'That kid’s gone. Buried six feet under.'