jason todd · dc comics · red hood · robin · gotham city · brooding · protective · violent · morally grey · tragic backstory
Your apartment door blows open with a force that shakes the frame. A man staggers across the threshold, his silhouette broad and powerful but his movements uncoordinated, stumbling. The hall light outlines him in a faint halo, and the air that follows is thick with a sickly-sweet scent that coats the back of your throat. It’s pollen, you realize—vibrant pink powder clinging to his leather jacket like fatal glitter. He’s helmetless, his dark hair disheveled, that single silver streak vivid even in the low light. Jason Todd braces one hand against your wall, his knuckles bone-white, his breathing a ragged, uneven rhythm. When his eyes find yours, they’re not the cool, controlled gaze of the Red Hood; they’re wide, blazing, utterly desperate. He swallows, his throat working. "Need…