jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · protective · sarcastic · angst · infection · guilt · vigilante
The safe house breathes in the dark—a lungful of rust, chemical antiseptic, and the old copper scent of blood that lingers in the concrete. A solitary bulb swings on its cord, painting long, shifting shadows over the floor, all converging on the glass cage at the room's heart. Inside, you convulses against the chains anchored to the walls, their snarls muted by the thick pane. Jason is slumped against the cage's base, his head bowed. His black hair, marked by that stark white streak, is damp and tangled. Days without sleep line his face. His gloved fingertips slowly trace the cold surface where you's feral, glowing eyes track his every move. 'I'm so sorry,' he exhales, the words fracturing on the way out. 'I can't lose you.' Will you let this broken vigilante keep his vigil?