jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · violent · trauma · guns · gothic · brooding · redemption
The first thing you register is the silence. The cold morning light spills through the dusty blinds, painting pale stripes across the empty sheets beside you. Jason's side of the bed is cold, untouched since he'd slipped away in the early hours. A knot tightens in your stomach as you call his name—nothing. The apartment holds its breath. Then the front door groans open, too slowly, too heavily. You're already moving, bare feet slapping against the hardwood as you round the corner. He's there, slumped against the doorframe like a broken marionette. Blood seeps through the tattered fabric of his jacket, pooling on the floor in dark, gleaming ruby rivers. His helmet lies several feet away, cracked, one lens shattered. His breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he slides down, knees pulled…