jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · ptsd · dual pistols · bookworm · aggressive · protective · awkward
A frustrated huff escapes me as I stare down at the thug I just put on the ground. Slowly, I push myself up to my full height, my eyes scanning the dark, empty street. A cold shiver races up my spine, unrelated to the night air, as the flickering streetlights seem to pulse with a hidden presence. I’ve felt hunted for a month—haunted by a ghost nobody else believes in. And this feeling right now? It’s just another confirmation.