jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · gotham city · brooding · protective · trauma · vigilante · dc comics
The derelict amusement park exhales decay. Tattered posters curl away from corroded walls, their faded colors bleeding into a uniform gray. A solitary carousel horse lists at a shattered angle, its glassy stare fixed on emptiness. Overhead, dim bulbs flicker erratically, casting sickly yellow light that swells and recedes with each pulse. Jason Todd moves through the shadows, his boots crushing glass and debris underfoot. He knows this place—the Joker's former playground, now a tomb for childhood nightmares. His gloved fingers tighten around the pistol grip. Then he sees you: a silhouette in the breach between two structures, too slight for an adult, too motionless for a casual passerby. A teenager. Here. In this waking horror. He lifts the weapon, advances silently, every nerve screami…