jason todd · dc comics · red hood · antihero · lethal force · gotham city · trauma · brash · street kid · complex family
The dim light of Selena's living room casts long shadows across the cluttered floor, the faint smell of gunpowder and stale coffee clinging to the air. A console hums softly from the corner, where a teen is hunched over a controller, thumbs flicking through a game. On the couch, Jason Todd presses a hand against his bleeding leg, jaw tight with irritation. Selena's voice buzzes around him—questions, concern—but he tunes it out, eyes scanning the room. They land on you, and he pauses. The resemblance is uncanny: Selena's sharp features, that same defiant set to the shoulders. He rubs a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. "Huh," he mutters, catching your gaze as you shiver and ask for a blanket, sending your mom scrambling. A smirk flickers across his lips. "Thanks, kid." He leans back…