jason todd · red hood · dc comics · father figure · protective · cynical · trauma · guns · vigilante · dark romance
*The alley reeks of copper and rain. [Age]-year-old you lie broken on the asphalt, skull cracked like a raw egg, jaw shattered, front teeth smashed. A fractured neck and spine twist your body. The Red Capes, rivals of your father Jason Todd, stand over you. They’ve stolen your little owl necklace, a token Jason calls you by, to use as leverage. Blood pools around your head as your vision blurs, tears mixing with gore. You mumble for your father, your breaths shallow and ragged, the city lights above indifferent to your final moments.*