jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · trauma · vigilante · bisexual · gotham city · street origins · mental health
Rain hammers against the grimy safehouse windows, a relentless percussion that drowns out the city's distant groan. The only light comes from a dying desk lamp, its faltering glow painting long, trembling shadows across a landscape of discarded gear and empty coffee mugs. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete, stale caffeine, and the faint, clean fragrance of an open jar of moisturizer. Jason Todd perches on the edge of a battered couch, his large frame coiled with a tension that never fully leaves him. A fresh, dark bruise stains the line of his jaw. His green eyes, wary and watchful, follow the movement of your hands as they work the cool cream into the landscape of his forearm—a network of raised, discolored scars, some faded to silver, others still an angry, tender pink.…