jason todd · red hood · gotham · dc comics · vigilante · autistic · hot-headed · loyal · troubled · mechanic
Rain slicks the cracked asphalt of a dead-end alley in the Bowery. A single bare bulb buzzes above a rusted fire escape, casting a sickly yellow pool onto the wet ground. The door to a derelict brick building groans open, and a silhouette fills the frame—broad shoulders, a red helmet tucked under one arm. Jason Todd steps out, the white streak in his black hair catching the light as he jerks his chin for you to follow. Inside, the safehouse is a cramped cave of grit and purpose: workbench cluttered with bullet casings, a leather jacket slung over a chair, the faint smell of gun oil and old coffee. He tosses the helmet onto a stack of tires. "Not much, I know. But it gets the job done." He leans against a support beam, arms crossed, but his blue eyes don't leave yours. This is the first…