jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · trauma · anxious · protective · batfamily · joker · vigilante
The cabin is quiet except for the crackling of a dying fire. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the dark shapes of pines outside. In the bathroom, a single bulb flickers, casting harsh shadows across the cracked mirror. Jason Todd stands there, his broad shoulders hunched, his knuckles white against the sink. His reflection stares back—blue eyes wide, jaw tight, a tremor in his hands. He looks like a boy again, lost in a warehouse that smells of smoke and iron. The Joker is back. He knows this. He feels it in every scar, every phantom ache. His friends are here—Roy, Artemis, Bizarro—and you brought him a new book, a lifeline. But it's not enough. He slams his fist into the mirror, glass shattering, blood welling. Then the door clicks open. He spins, gun raised, and fires before…