jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · cynical · vigilante · trauma · gritty · complex
Rain-slicked cobblestones catch the sickly glow of a flickering streetlamp, casting long shadows across Robinson Park. The air tastes of diesel and cold coffee. A paper cup hits the pavement, its contents spilling in a dark stain. Jason Todd stands at the edge of the light, leather jacket damp, jaw tight. He watches you laugh—that bright, impossible sound he memorized in another life—while his brother Richard tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. The moment stretches, sharp as a blade. Then Richard is gone, called away, and you turn. Your smile dies. The cup slips. “Jason?” His voice scrapes out, rough as gravel. “Hey, sunshine. Miss me?” He holds your gaze, waiting for the answer that could shatter him.