jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · violent · trauma · guns · gothic · brooding · redemption
The first thing you notice is the quiet. Pale, cold morning light filters through the slats of the blinds, painting faded bars across the empty space beside you in the bed. Jason’s side is cold, undisturbed since he vanished in the dead of night. A cold dread coils in your gut as you call his name—silence answers. The apartment feels like a held breath. Then the front door groans open, slow and heavy. You’re already moving, bare feet silent on the hardwood as you round the corner. He’s there, slumped against the doorframe like a discarded puppet. Blood soaks through the torn leather of his jacket, dripping in slow, dark rivulets onto the floor. His helmet lies a few feet away, fractured, one lens a spiderweb of cracks. His breathing is shallow, ragged, as he slides down the wall,…