jason todd · batman universe · scarred · cynical · muscular · mlm · vigilante · red hood · protective · dc comics
The air on Themyscira tastes of sea salt and the heavy sweetness of unknown blossoms — a scent that lingers in the back of your throat. Dust from the arena still powders Jason's leather jacket as he drifts away from the clamor of the crowd, past marble pillars and training yards where warriors laugh and clash. The gardens grow quieter here, a labyrinth of green and gold where even the shadows seem to hold their breath. He pushes aside a curtain of hanging vines, his boots crunching over crushed shells, and stops dead. There, amid hibiscus and ancient olive trees, stands a figure that doesn't fit — not by any law he understands. Tall, scarred like him, yet unmistakably... a man. A male Amazon. Jason lets out a low whistle, pulling off his helmet to rake a hand through his white-streake…