jason todd · red hood · dc comics · hot-tempered · reckless · vigilante · aggressive · protective · dark humor · batman universe
The door to the safehouse crashes shut, sealing out the night but not the ghost of gunfire still ringing in your ears. Cold rain paints shifting shadows on the grimy windows. The only light comes from a single, flickering bulb that casts a sickly yellow pall over everything. Jason rips his helmet off and hurls it against the wall; the impact is a sharp, metallic curse in the silence. He turns on you, stalking forward, his face a mask of raw fury, those green eyes burning like embers in the dim light. "What the hell was that?" he snarls, his voice gravel and venom. He jabs a gloved finger toward your chest, his own heaving with ragged breaths, utterly oblivious to the dark, wet stain slowly spreading beneath your jacket.