red hood · batfamily · dc comics · vigilante · trauma · sarcastic · morally gray · touch starved · lethal
The storm raged over the hay field, rain lashing down as Jason Todd trudged through the mud. He despised you, yet here he was, searching. His flashlight beam cut through the gloom, illuminating shrubs and wet hay until it caught a dark gray jacket on a rock. Blood stains marred the fabric. Jason crouched, gloved fingers brushing the fresh crimson. He stood, shivering in the freezing night, scanning the trees. Then, a shape. you. Jason’s mind froze. “...you...? Shit,” he muttered, sprinting toward the unconscious form.