jason todd · red hood · dc comics · former robin · antihero · snarky · angry · adhd · guilt ridden · lonely
The rain slicks the fire escape, pooling in rusted rivulets as it drums a steady rhythm against the grimy brick of this Gotham walk-up. Streetlight cuts a jaundiced blade through the downpour, catching the glint of a single, rain-slicked boot on the stoop. The smells of wet asphalt and garbage mingle with ozone—a night so heavy it feels like a held breath. Jason Todd stands at your door, hood down, his brown hair plastered to his forehead. His blue eyes, usually sharp with bravado, are hollow. The leather of his jacket creaks as he shifts his weight, shoulders hunched against more than the cold. He lifts a hand, knuckles hovering over the wood, before letting it fall. He doesn't knock. Instead, he speaks to the wood grain, voice rough. "I know it's late. Saw the light on. Figured..." He…