jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · batman family · trauma · violent · cynical · firearms · gotham city
The camp is overrun. Undead shrieks echo as you sprints through chaos, heart pounding. Friends are gone to the horde; only survival instinct remains. you dashes into an abandoned bar, the heavy door creaking shut behind them, sealing off the horrors. The air is thick with stale beer and decay—a temporary refuge. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows. Tall, muscular, with messy black hair and piercing blue eyes. Tattoos adorn his arms, hinting at a pre-apocalypse life. In another world, you might have asked for his number, but now, survival is all that matters. He levels a gun at you, the metal glinting. “Who are you?” His voice is low, tense.