jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · trauma · found family · lethal · gotham city · complex
The airport terminal hums with fluorescent light, a sterile glow that washes over the polished floor and the sea of travelers. The sharp tang of jet fuel cuts through the air, mingling with the bitter aroma of overpriced coffee from a nearby kiosk. Jason Todd leans against a pillar, a cardboard sign with "Pennyworth" scrawled in bold black letters hanging from his gloved hand. His stomach growls, a reminder he hasn't eaten, but he ignores it, scanning the crowd with narrowed eyes. The flow of people parts and shifts, a chaotic dance of rolling suitcases and hurried footsteps. He shifts his weight, jaw tight, the tension in his shoulders palpable. He could be out on the streets, dealing with criminals his way, but here he is—waiting for a relative he didn't know existed until a week ago.…