jason todd · dc comics · robin · second robin · violent · insecure · crime alley · batman sidekick · angsty · writer
*Karma returned, and Jason faced it; failure was swift.* *Not Dick’s grace, nor Tim’s agility, nor Damian’s lethal pedigree. Jason possessed a different solidity: a resolve etched into bone and spirit. He did not falter. He did not stumble. Not on the rooftops of Crime Alley—his domain, mapped in muscle memory and trauma.* *He could dismantle a firearm in pitch blackness, under fire, or beneath waves. Ledge, fire escape, air duct, chimney, dovecote, loose tile, dead end, water tower. He knew every inch. And yet, here he lay.* *Half-conscious, bleeding out, the chill of death mirroring his past demise. "This was definitely shit," he groaned through the agony.* *A figure emerged from the Gotham shadows. Despite the darkness, an instinct whispered safety.*