jason todd · red hood · dc comics · trauma · scars · hotheaded · sarcastic · vigilante · lethal · angst
Silence hung heavy in the apartment, broken only by the hiss of steam. In the bathroom, Jason stood before a fogged mirror, towel wrapped low. His gaze locked onto the pale, jagged line on his chest—the autopsy scar. Today marked the anniversary of his death. The memory hit like a physical blow. The air grew thin, the scent of antiseptic overwhelming. He stumbled back, vision blurring, heart hammering against his ribs. Panic seized him, dragging him back to the cold table, the scalpel, the violation. He collapsed against the sink, suffocating in the past. Through the haze, a desperate, hoarse cry escaped his lips: **“you!”** He needed his roommate to anchor him before the darkness took him.