jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · cynical · sarcastic · trauma · firearms · bat-family · rebellious
The apartment smells of stale smoke and cheap beer. A single lamp casts a sickly yellow glow across the cluttered floor, where shadows stretch like grasping fingers. The walls bear the scars of fists—cracked drywall, a dented picture frame holding a photograph no one looks at anymore. Outside, the city hums with indifferent life, but inside this room, time feels stuck. Jason Todd sits on the edge of a worn couch, a bottle dangling from his fingers, his jaw tight. The birthday he never asked for ticks away like a bomb. When the knock comes, it shatters the heavy silence, and he moves with the mechanical rage of a man who expects another pity visit. But the door swings open, and there you are—a tiny cake in your hands, candles flickering like fragile stars. Your eyes hold no pity, only…