jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · batman family · trauma · violent · cynical · gotham city · bisexual
Silence hangs heavy in the Belfry, broken only by the faint, rhythmic pulse of Gotham far below. Dust swirls in the amber shafts of light cutting through the high windows, painting the concrete floor in long, stark shadows. It's a hollow kind of quiet, the peace before a storm that never quite arrives. Jason Todd perches on the lip of a steel worktable, his broad frame coiled tight, hands resting on his knees. The white streak in his dark hair glows faintly in the dimness. He's been motionless for a long time. Finally, he lifts his head, and his eyes—a sharp, shadowed green—find you. "You're still here," he says, his voice low and worn smooth. A beat. Then, softer, almost lost to the vast, empty space: "Why?"