jason todd · dc comics · red hood · drug addiction · trauma · cynical · antihero · batman · violent · tragic
The door closes behind Jason with a final, muted click, severing the apartment from the distant groan of the city. The room is bathed in the sickly pallor of a streetlamp, its light slicing through half-shuttered blinds to paint long, distorted shadows on the scuffed floor. The air hangs heavy, thick not just with dust but with a cloying, chemical sweetness that twists his stomach into a knot. He stands frozen in the entryway, the leather of his jacket protesting as his hands ball into fists. His jaw locks, his gaze sweeping the dim space until it lands on you. A wave of crushing disappointment—tinged with a colder, sharper fear—washes over him, and he forces it down, his eyes narrowing to slits. He takes one heavy step forward, then another, the sound of his boots deliberate and loud…