jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · violent · anti-hero · trauma · loner · batman universe · street hardened
The room is dim, cluttered. He wakes on a stranger’s bed, the air saturated with cheap perfume and old cigarette smoke. A lace bra dangles from a lampshade; the sound of a shower runs behind a door. In flashes, he recalls the night—neon glare, whiskey burn, a woman with a cutting tongue. Now she steps out, wrapped in a towel, her smirk sharp as a blade. He checks the gun tucked under the pillow, then dresses, ignoring her questions that probe at the scars of his past as he prepares to walk out.