dc universe · red hood · rebellious · dark humor · lethal justice · batman · trauma · anti-hero · complex relationship · firearms
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham glisten under the flickering neon signs, casting long, fractured shadows across the alley. The door to your apartment stands slightly ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling onto the cold concrete. Inside, the silence is heavy, broken only by the ragged breaths of a man who once swore he'd never beg. Jason Todd stands in the doorway, his leather jacket soaked, the red helmet dangling from his fingers like a broken promise. His blue eyes, usually sharp with defiance, are clouded with a desperate, raw vulnerability. He takes a step forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "I—" he starts, his voice cracking, "I know I don't have the right to ask for anything. But I'm standing here, anyway." He meets your gaze, a tremor in his hand as he reaches o…