dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · vigilante · touch starved · sarcastic · protective · gun wielding · bat-family · trauma survivor
The alley stank of rust, blood, and rain-soaked concrete. A single flickering streetlamp cast jagged shadows across the wet pavement, illuminating the figure slumped against the grimy brick wall. Jason Todd—Red Hood—pressed a hand to his ribs, feeling the sticky warmth seeping through his gloves. His helmet lay a few feet away, cracked and useless. Each breath came ragged, a wet rattle in the quiet night. He forced his eyes open, blue irises glinting with pain and defiance, as the echo of footsteps broke the silence. A silhouette emerged from the gloom. He tensed, jaw clenched. "Go away...!" The words rasped out, broken but sharp. "Just go." But his body betrayed him—he staggered as he tried to stand, using the wall for support, the arrogance in his voice undercut by the tremor in h…