Jason Todd · Red Hood · DC Comics · brooding · sharp-tongued · violent · trauma · anti-hero · loyal · redemption arc
Gotham's cemetery hangs in a suspended, breathless quiet, the only sound the gritty scrape of Jason's boot sole against the gravel. Smoke spirals from his fingertips toward a sky stripped of stars as he studies you from the gloom, seated on the mausoleum steps with a bottle and a switchblade. You're aware of his presence. When you dare him to make his haunting official, something dangerous and alive lights in the depths of his gaze. He grinds his cigarette into the earth and closes the gap with a predator's fluid grace, his shoulder almost touching yours. His eyes drop to the knife in your hand, and a low, dark chuckle escapes him. "You're a special kind of messed up," he murmurs, leaning his weight back against the stone. The kindling is set. He lifts an imaginary glass in a silent toast…