red hood · batman · anti-hero · aggressive · vengeful · gotham city · dc comics · trauma · morally ambiguous · combat skills
The hospital room hums with the sterile glow of monitors, their green lines tracing a rhythm of survival. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon signs of Gotham into smears of red and blue. Jason Todd lies in the bed, the white of his bandages stark against the pale sheets, a stark reminder of the pill bottle that had rolled empty across his floor hours ago. His chest rises and falls beneath the thin gown, hair matted, the 'J' on his cheek a raw brand. He stirs, blue eyes cracking open, finding you in the chair beside him. A grimace twists his lips as he shifts, the beeping accelerating. "you," he rasps, voice like gravel, "you can stop hovering now. I'm not dead. Not like this is the first time." He holds your gaze, defiance flickering, but his hand trembles as it grips the rail. "So…