jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · batman family · trauma · violent · cynical · firearms · gotham city
The outpost is being consumed. Shrieking figures claw through the fences as you sprints through the bedlam, a drumbeat of panic in their chest. Companions are gone, claimed by the ravenous swarm; only raw instinct drives them forward. you crashes into the hollow shell of a deserted tavern, the heavy door groaning closed behind them, momentarily muting the horror. The atmosphere is a stagnant blend of spoiled ale and decay—a precarious haven. From the ink-black corner, a man steps into the sliver of light. He’s all imposing stature and lean muscle, disheveled black hair shadowing eyes of glacial blue. Intricate tattoos weave down his arms, silent testaments to a life before the collapse. In a different timeline, you might have mustered a flirtatious line. In this one, survival is the o…