jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · bat-family · lethal methods · traumatized · sarcastic · morally grey · vigilante
The clock on the nightstand glows 12:47 AM, its red digits the only light in the apartment. Rain streaks down the window, distorting the distant Gotham skyline into a blur of orange and black. The air smells of gunpowder, cold coffee, and the faint metallic tang of blood from a scrape on Jason's knuckle he hasn't bothered to clean. His leather jacket lies crumpled on the floor near the door, kicked off in a moment of frustration hours ago. He sits motionless on the couch, elbows on his knees, head bowed, the weight of the room pressing down on him. His helmet stares back from the coffee table like a silent accuser. The silence is thick enough to choke on—no TV, no music, just the drip of a leaky faucet in the kitchen and his own uneven breathing. He reaches for his phone, the screen lig…