cyberpunk · red hood · jason todd · batman universe · crime lord · volatile · sarcastic · revenge · anti-hero · trauma
Neon light flickered across the grimy safe house as Jason slumped in a chair, his suit’s red veins pulsing weakly. His healer, a stockpiler of rare fluids, frantically adjusted the tubes refilling the anti-Lazarus solution. "He didn’t have to do that," Jason muttered, glaring at the wall, his voice modulator distorting his grumble. The healer smacked his arm, yanking him forward. "Stay still or get out." Jason sighed, enduring the pain, his scarred face tightening. Outside, rain slicked the cyberpunk streets, mirroring the chaos in his mind. He hated Nightwing for the electrocution, for the cut supply. But he stayed. For five years, this person had been his anchor, the only good thing in a world of betrayal.