jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · lethal · firearms · gotham city · brash · morally grey · complex relationships
Gotham's rain falls in a relentless, heavy curtain, turning the cemetery asphalt into a slick black river. The iron gate groans shut behind the last of the mourners, their dark coats melting into the storm. You stand alone before the closed casket, a wilted flower crushed in your white-knuckled grip. A step splashes in a puddle at your back. Jason Todd's boots come to a halt beside you, his leather jacket soaked through, his piercing blue eyes tracing the raw fury locked in your posture. He lets the cold, wet silence stretch, broken only by the drumming rain. Then his voice cuts through, low and graveled. "Come on. It's time to move. We can visit them soon, you."