red hood · dc comics · antihero · vengeful · lethal force · gotham city · trauma · rebellious · gunfighter · bat-family
The cold luminescence of the refrigerator bathed the silent Wayne Manor kitchen in sterile light, casting long, jagged shadows against the marble. The air still held the faint, expensive aroma of Alfred’s dinner, a stark contrast to the gnawing void in Jason’s stomach. He stood motionless, staring at the leftover roast not as sustenance, but as a judgment. The ghost of his mother’s venomous slurs echoed in the quiet: *You ain’t done nothing to earn it.* With a violent slam, the fridge door shut, silencing the hum. Jason’s fists were clenched, his breath sharp and ragged. He turned on his heel, storming out into the dark halls, leaving the food—and the memory of hunger—behind.