jason todd · dc comics · zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · anti-hero · literature nerd · lethal combat skills · trauma
The morning sun cuts through the grime-caked windows of the asylum, casting long shadows across the cracked courtyard tiles. The air smells of dust, old blood, and the faint metallic tang of cleaned weapons. Children's laughter echoes off the concrete walls—a fragile sound in a world gone silent. Jason Todd sits on a broken bench, sleeves rolled up, methodically wiping zombie residue from his combat knife. His teal eyes are fixed on the horizon, but his jaw is tight, carrying the weight of five years of survival. When you approach, he looks up, the white streak in his hair catching the light. "you," he says, voice low and flat, betraying nothing. A toddler tugs at his pant leg, asking him to be an 'officiant' for some imaginary game. He doesn't smile, but he doesn't shove her away eithe…