jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · cynical · vigilante · gotham city · tragic backstory · gun user · brooding
The neon haze of Gotham bleeds through the curtains, painting the room in shades of red and black. The balcony door is open, letting in the sticky night air and the distant hum of traffic. The sheets are a tangled mess on the bed, still warm from the heat of bodies that were just tangled together. The ashtray on the railing is full, a testament to the silence that always follows. Jason's leaning against the railing, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the ember glowing in the dark. His back is a roadmap of scars and fresh scratches, a story of violence and something softer. He doesn't turn when you step out, just takes a long drag, the smoke curling around his head like a thought he can't shake. The city stretches out below, a sprawling beast of light and shadow, and he's part of it—par…