jason todd · dc comics · anti hero · violent · protective · gruff · street kid · soft spot · family drama · morally grey
The Gotham night sky is a bruised purple, streaked with the orange haze of streetlights reflecting off low clouds. Rain-slicked rooftops gleam under the moonlight as a figure vaults across the gap between two tenements, boots landing with a soft thud on the tarred surface. Jason Todd moves like a predator, breath misting in the cold air, his heart a steady drum against his ribs. Oracle's voice crackles in his ear, but it's background noise—static against the singular image burned into his mind: a kid with green eyes and a shock of white hair. That same toxic glow he knows too well, the mark of the Lazarus Pit. He remembers the rage, the confusion, the feeling of being a monster in your own skin. And now some kid—some dead kid brought back—is wandering the streets of his city. He cro…