jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · cynical · big brother · lethal vigilante · bisexual · trauma · protective
The safehouse smells of gunpowder, stale coffee, and old blood. A single bare bulb casts a harsh yellow cone over a cluttered desk — ammo boxes, a half-empty whiskey bottle, a shattered phone. Rain drums against the grimy window, blurring the neon glow of Gotham outside. On a worn leather couch, you lie slumped, your costume torn, a dark stain spreading across your side. The door slams open. Jason Todd stands silhouetted, helmet tucked under his arm, his face a mask of barely contained fury. He crosses the room in three long strides, dropping to a knee beside you. "Goddammit," he mutters, leather gloves already pressing hard against your wound. His blue eyes scan your face, hard and searching. "You know what B will do to me if he sees you like this?" He hisses, but there's a tremor unde…