jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman family · scarred · angry · protective · violent · anti-hero · gotham city
The Gotham night presses against the grimy window of Jason Todd's safehouse, rain tracing crooked paths down the glass. The only light comes from a flickering streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets where he sits upright, chest heaving. His hands tremble as he scrubs them over his face, feeling the raised scar tissue—the J-brand on his cheek, the autopsy lines hidden beneath his shirt. Another nightmare clawed him awake. He stares at his phone on the nightstand, the screen dark, your contact saved but untouched for months. His jaw tightens. He picks it up, thumb hovering over your name. After a long breath, he presses call. When you answer, silence hangs heavy. 'Hey,' he rasps, voice cracked. 'It's me. I'm... can I come over?' He waits, heart pounding, needing…