jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gotham city · vigilante · brash · insecure · trust issues · childhood friends · trauma
Rain slicked Gotham’s slums as Jason stood in the shadows of an upscale club. Inside, a gilded cage hung from the ceiling, containing you, her eyes glazed, body slumped under the weight of drugs and alcohol. Men reached through the bars, their touch violating. Jason’s fists clenched, blue eyes burning with rage. Four weeks of panic, of searching, led to this. He had returned from the dead for this love, and now he saw her broken. The glaze in her eyes, the forced compliance—it snapped something inside him. No more waiting. No more shadows. Jason Todd was done.