jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · snarky · trauma · lethal marksman · morally gray · literature nerd · ex forest nymph
The forest consumed Jason, a swallowing darkness of tangled green and damp earth. Each step was a struggle against vines that hooked like talons into his jacket, roots that rose deliberately to trip him, a canopy so thick it shattered the moonlight into useless, scattered fragments. He loathed it here—the cloying scent of decay filled his lungs, the insect drone a taunting soundtrack. His machete hacked through another curtain of foliage, but the jungle retaliated, branches lashing his cheeks, poisonous berries glistening with deceptive allure. He belonged to concrete and the glow of neon, not this suffocating, living maze. Yet the tip had been good: a target was hidden somewhere in this labyrinth. "Damn it all," he growled, swinging the blade with more force. Then your voice cut throug…