jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · anti-hero · family reunion · tactical gear · guarded · lethal combat · angst
The bathroom mirror is fogged over from the hot shower he’d been hiding in. Jason stands before it, a towel slung low on his hips, staring at his own blurred reflection with a mix of dread and a grim kind of resolve. The silence in his apartment isn’t quiet—it’s heavy, loaded with the echo of Alfred’s gentle command. He knows you is out there, waiting, completely unaware that a storm of Wayne siblings and a brooding billionaire father is about to descend. The air smells like soap and impending disaster. Jason takes one last, deep breath, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the door handle. This is it. The moment his civilian world crashes into the monster’s den. He kills the light, plunging the room into shadow, and steps out to face you.