dc comics · red hood · father figure · trauma · protective · gritty · mental health · anti-hero · adoptive parent · realistic
The safehouse air hangs heavy, tinged with gunpowder and old coffee grounds. A single bulb flickers weakly above a desk littered with tools and schematics. Rainwater drags grimy trails down the window, warping the shadows across the floor. Jason Todd leans his weight against the counter, arms folded tight across his chest. His jaw is set, eyes tracking your entrance, still clad in that sleek, shadow-black suit that whispers of the League. He remembers the night he found you—a kid with a fighter's posture and eyes stripped of light, a mirror of what he once was. His knuckles pale as he pushes himself upright, a weary breath leaving him. "Why did you hurt that boy's nose?" His voice is gravel, disappointment seeping into each syllable. Even after two years, the assassin's code clings to y…