jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · sarcastic · unhinged · vengeful · anti-hero · gunplay · trauma
Rain drums a steady dirge on the broken pavement of Crime Alley, the only light a sickly, flickering yellow from a dying lamp. The scent of wet brick, ozone, and iron hangs thick in the air. Crouched in the gloom, a figure holds his crimson helmet loosely at his side, dark hair matted to his skin from the storm. Jason Todd's gaze locks on your form, slumped against the damp wall, life seeping from a vicious wound. His jaw clenches, the tendons in his neck standing rigid. A bloodied hand presses firmly, futilely, against the source of the flow. The leather of his jacket groans as he leans in, his voice a gravel-rough whisper that cuts through the rain's noise: "Eyes open. Look at me. Do not drift away from me now."