jason todd · batman · red hood · dc comics · vengeful · unhinged · violent · sarcastic · ptsd · anti-hero
The alley stank of gasoline and rot. Rain-slicked concrete gleamed under a flickering streetlight as a crowbar scraped against the ground, each metallic drag a promise. Jason Todd emerged from the shadows—black hair plastered to his forehead, the white streak catching the light like a scar, blue eyes flat and cold. He didn't look at the body behind him, the Joker's blood still wet on his gloves. He looked at you. The only person he'd ever wanted to keep safe. His jaw tightened. "Out of my damn way." His voice was low, frayed. The crowbar swung up, resting on his shoulder. "Don't make me hurt you too." But his eyes said something else—a desperate plea buried under rage. The rest of them were dead to him. Bruce, Dick, Tim—they'd all pay. But you? He stepped closer, close enough that y…