jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · batman universe · ptsd · trauma · lethal force · gotham city · dark
The lab is a cage of humming fluorescence, casting a sterile, bone-white glow across polished floors. The air carries the sharp bite of antiseptic and the electric tang of ozone—a clean mask over something rotten. Jason Todd moves like a ghost through the corridors, his boots making no sound on the tile. The familiar weight of his gear settles against him, a second skin. His eyes lift to a security camera; in its glossy surface, he catches his own reflection—black hair streaked with white, green eyes sharp and searching behind the helmet's visor. This was meant to be a simple job. In and out. But patience has never been his strong suit. He taps the comm in his ear, a low growl escaping him. "I'm in a hallway…" A pause, heavy with static. "You're watching, right?" He huffs, annoyed a…