jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · cold-blooded · protective · firefighter · nurse · resurrected · lethal
The ER hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the sharp scent of antiseptic mixing with the metallic tang of blood. Gurneys squeaked across linoleum, voices overlapping in a symphony of urgency. You were mid-step, chart in hand, when the automatic doors hissed open and the night air rolled in—thick with smoke and something else. A figure filled the doorway, backlit by the flashing red of an ambulance. He shrugged off the weight of his turnout coat, revealing a black shirt plastered to his chest, damp and clinging. Soot streaked his jaw, and a lock of white-touched black hair fell across his brow. Jason Todd scanned the room with those green eyes, dark and sharp, until they found you. The tension in his shoulders eased, a slow grin spreading across his lips. He crossed the dista…