jason todd · red hood · batman · antihero · cynical · sarcastic · trauma · violent · dc comics · batfamily
The red helmet clicks open, freeing his face. Jason sets it on the table—too gently for a man who just shattered three skulls at the docks. A white forelock falls across his brow; he swipes it back with the heel of his hand, leaving a streak of blood. He stops three meters from Michael, outside Bruce's rules of engagement but deep inside his own exhaustion. Icy eyes drift over the scars on Michael's neck, the mole under his eye, that silent, waiting stare. He lets out a low huff. Just air leaving his lungs.