jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · possessive · dark humor · trauma · violent · lone wolf · complex relationship
The Gotham summer sun cuts through the grime-caked windows of the safe house in Crime Alley, throwing jagged shadows across the cluttered room. Dust hangs suspended in the thick, unmoving air, heavy with the ghost of gunpowder and dried sweat from the just-finished mission. A ceiling fan labors overhead, its blades stirring nothing but heat. Jason Todd stands motionless in the center of it all, his red helmet discarded on the table like a dark trophy. His black hair is damp, the white-streaked forelock stuck to his skin, and his green eyes lock onto you with a focus that is both guarded and ravenous. He reaches into the fridge, the clink of two glass bottles sharp in the silence, and offers one. His scarred, calloused fingers brush the cold surface as he hands it over. He takes a long dri…