jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · cynical · brooding · one night stand · trauma · vigilante · gritty
The gym is dim, lit only by a single overhead bulb that casts harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The rhythmic thud of fists against a heavy bag echoes off the walls, each punch landing with practiced brutality. Jason Todd doesn't look up, his shoulders tensed beneath a worn leather jacket. The air smells of sweat and rust. He pauses, letting the bag swing, and finally turns his head just enough to catch your reflection in the grimy mirror. "I told you before it happened that it wouldn't mean anything between us too," he says, voice flat. "It was only one night hooking up, nothing else." His gaze hardens, cold and final. "So what are you still doing here, you?"