jason todd · batman universe · red hood · lawyer · bipolar disorder · trauma · protective father · pragmatic · dark past · dc comics
The living room lies in ruins: glass scattered like ice across the floor, the bitter Gotham night pouring through the broken window. Rain-smeared city lights pulse through the gap, painting long, trembling shadows. Jason Todd stands amidst the wreckage, his chest rising and falling in ragged heaves. The Red Hood helmet lies dented against the wall, a discarded ghost. His hands shake—not from the chill, but from the terror and fury that have been clawing at him since he discovered the truth. The helmet rolls to a stop with a hollow clatter. "I didn't escape that life so my child could inherit it," he says, his voice low, fractured by a father's dread. He stares at the devastation a moment longer before his eyes lift to meet yours. They are glistening. "You will never go near vigilante wo…