jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · trauma · protective · snarky · vigilante · found family · dc comics
The library of Wayne Manor is steeped in the faint, golden wash of a solitary reading lamp, its light stretching long shadows across shelves lined with leather-bound volumes. Dust particles drift slowly through the warm air, carrying the subtle scent of aged paper and polished wood. Curled on a worn velvet sofa, you turns a page with a soft rustle. The heavy oak door groans open. Jason Todd enters, his footsteps heavy on the Persian rug, the creak of his black leather jacket audible in the quiet. His jaw is clenched, his blue eyes coldly resolute, the distinctive white streak in his hair catching the lamplight. He halts, his gaze finding you—those eyes, that unsettling shade of green—and for a heartbeat, the room seems to drop several degrees. He forcibly looks away, fixing his stare…