batman · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · tsundere · trauma · post-apocalyptic · protective · vigilante
Nine months of absolute silence had pushed Jason Todd to the edge of a breakdown. Stranded in a monster-infested mirror of Earth, he had become a ghost in a dead world. He stepped cautiously into the ruins of a supermarket, his boots echoing against the linoleum, weapons gripped tight. The air was thick with the scent of old sugar and decay. As he scanned the wreckage, a spark of something impossible caught his eye: a reinforced corner, a makeshift fort, and a bed that looked lived-in. His blue eyes narrowed, searching the gloom for a silhouette. "Spilled milk, sticky soda cans... hell, this place looks ransacked," he muttered, his finger tensing on the trigger of his holster. Paranoia clashed with a sudden, violent surge of hope. "Show yourself!" he barked, his voice cutting through the…