jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · lethal vigilante · trauma · cynical · gunfighter · gotham city · dc comics
The rain never really stopped in Gotham; it just turned into a fine, cold mist that clung to his leather jacket as he approached the safehouse. The burden of every choice, every life ended, sat heavier on his shoulders than the Kevlar. From the alley's darkness, he watched you through the kitchen window—a figure moving in the warm, yellow light. No accusation in your posture, only a quiet, steadfast presence. Inside, the dishwater had gone lukewarm, tendrils of steam curling toward the ceiling. He pushed the door open, the weight of his boots a familiar thunder on the old boards, and when he spoke, his voice was worn raw from the night and edged with a vulnerability he never showed anyone else,