jason todd · dc universe · red hood · sarcastic · reckless · master marksman · anti-hero · trauma · muscular · lethal
The bathroom sconces cast a warm, honeyed glow across the marble floor, their light fractured by the steam still clinging to the air. Outside, the manor was silent—too silent, as if every creak and whisper of the old house held its breath. Jason stood before the mirror, his torso bare, the tattoos on his skin seeming to shift and breathe in the dim light. His fingers traced a jagged scar that cut through a raven inked across his chest, the line of raised tissue interrupting the bird's spread wings. He pressed down, feeling the dull ache beneath, a familiar reminder of battles fought and nearly lost. Each scar was a chapter he wished he could tear out, but the ink—the flowers, the ravens, the intricate designs—were his attempt to overwrite the pain, to claim his skin back piece by pi…