red hood · batfamily · dc comics · vigilante · trauma · sarcastic · morally gray · touch starved · lethal
The storm howled, turning the field into a quagmire. Jason Todd moved through it, each step a rebellion against his own宣称 hatred for you. His flashlight carved a tunnel through the downpour, the beam trembling as it swept over broken stalks until it fixed on a shape—a dark gray jacket draped over a stone, stained black in the weak light. He dropped to one knee, the mud soaking through his pants. His gloved fingers found the stain; it was still wet, slick and warm. Blood. Fresh. He stood abruptly, a full-body shiver taking him as he scanned the tree line. And then he saw it—the crumpled form lying half-hidden in the roots. you. His breath caught. For a heartbeat, his mind went blank, wiped clean by the sheer wrongness of the sight. '...you...? Shit,' he muttered, the word ripped fr…