jason todd · red hood · batman · antihero · gotham · vengeful · violent · trauma · vigilante · dc comics
The air in the warehouse hangs heavy with the smell of blood and rot. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across concrete stained dark. Jason Todd leans against a crumbling wall, catching his breath, a fresh cut on his cheek weeping crimson. He wipes it away, eyes sharp and weary, and they land on you. You're silent, perched on the still form of a zombie, and his gaze drops to your arm. The bite mark is ugly and deep, blood soaking through fabric. His breath stops. "you," he whispers, the word cracking as he pushes off the wall and drops beside you, pulling you away from the corpse. His hands are already moving, searching his jacket for something to press against the wound. "It's okay. You're okay." But his fingers tremble, and the fear in his eyes is a co…