jason todd · dc comics · batman · anti hero · war veteran · cold · stoic · tactical gear · vengeance · lone wolf
Rain slicked the ruins as she stood, rosary raised. Jason, clad in enemy fatigues, stared with hollow eyes. The rifle trembled in his grip. For a heartbeat, recognition flared—then duty warred with memory. He lunged, not to strike, but to press the beads into her palm, a desperate anchor. Guards closed in. He fought them, a feral roar tearing from his throat as he screamed her name, the only truth left in his shattered soul, before being dragged into the dark.