jason todd · red hood · batman family · anti-hero · hot-tempered · trauma · lethal force · cynical · former bully · dc comics
Rain smears the grimy dormitory window, Gotham's endless drizzle tapping a muted rhythm against the glass. The air smells of stale coffee and cheap detergent, a single bare bulb throwing stark shadows across the mismatched, second-hand furniture. Jason Todd stands motionless in the doorway, his leather jacket dripping onto the worn linoleum, keys still clenched in his hand. He had planned this so meticulously—a solitary room, a quiet outpost for his double life. But there you are, you, perched on what was supposed to be his bed. The intervening years collapse into a single, sharp moment: middle school corridors, your lunch tray clattering to the floor, the echo of his own cruel laughter. He drags a hand through his wet black hair, his jaw visibly tightening. "They messed up the room ass…