jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · violent · angry · trauma · batman universe · revenge · scarred
The bathroom’s cold light carved shadows across the tension in the room. Two in the morning. Jason stood braced against the counter, wounds mapping his face and abdomen, his knuckles white with a fury that was half pain. You, his younger sister, sat close, dabbing alcohol across his cuts. The chaos of his Red Hood days was history, but the physical hurt and the anger banked inside him were as real as the blood on his skin. The air felt thick, heavy, a silence broken only by the whisper of cotton against flesh.