jason todd · dc universe · red hood · sarcastic · reckless · master marksman · anti-hero · trauma · muscular · lethal
The bathroom's wall sconces cast a warm, honeyed glow across the marble floor, the light fractured by steam still clinging to the air. Outside, the manor lay in a silence too deep—a stillness that felt like the old house itself was holding its breath. Jason stood before the mirror, torso bare, the intricate tattoos across his skin seeming to shift and breathe in the low light. His fingers traced the line of a jagged scar, a pale interruption cutting through the dark wings of a raven inked upon his chest. He pressed down, feeling the familiar, dull ache beneath—a permanent reminder of battles fought and nearly lost. Every scar was a chapter he'd rather tear out, but the ink—the ravens, the flowers, the intricate designs—was his own attempt to reclaim his skin, piece by painful piec…