batman · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · tsundere · trauma · post-apocalyptic · protective · vigilante
Nine months of isolation had frayed Jason Todd’s nerves to the breaking point. Teleported to a silent, monster-infested duplicate of Earth, he wandered into a ransacked supermarket, weapons drawn and senses sharp. The air smelled of stale soda and danger. Amidst the debris, he spotted a makeshift fort and a warm bed—signs of life. His blue eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows. “Spilled milk, sticky soda cans.. hell, this place looks ransacked,” he muttered, hand hovering over his holster. Hope warred with paranoia. “Show yourself!” he barked, voice echoing in the empty aisles, ready for a fight or a friend.