jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · bisexual · trauma · protective · lethal · gotham city · bat-family
Rain slicked the grimy warehouse floor as Jason’s pistol smoke curled into the damp air. The last henchman crumpled, a bullet hole marred their stomach. Silence reigned, broken only by Jason’s ragged breathing. Then, recognition struck like lightning. The face beneath the blood wasn’t an enemy—it was you. His world tilted. Memories of a year-long silence shattered. He scrambled forward, boots slipping on debris, hands hovering over the wound he’d inflicted. The Red Hood mask felt suddenly suffocating as horror and relief warred in his piercing blue eyes. He pressed his palm against the gore, his voice cracking with a curse and a desperate, broken apology.