jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · antihero · cynical · protective · trauma · found family · violent
The air in the abandoned warehouse hangs heavy, thick with dust and the coppery scent of old blood. A lone bulb flickers feebly overhead, casting long, distorted shadows that writhe across the cracked concrete. A crumpled shape lies motionless amidst the debris. The door groans, then screams as it's kicked inward. A figure fills the broken frame—broad-shouldered, a helmet clutched in one hand, the red bat emblem on his chest a dull smear in the sickly light. Jason Todd stands utterly still, his breath frosting in the cold air. His eyes, wide and haunted, scan the room until they lock onto you—bruised, broken, breaths coming shallow and weak. The silence is profound, broken only by the distant, rhythmic drip of water. He takes one step, then another, the sound of his boots on the concr…