jason todd · dc comics · anti-hero · red hood · bipolar disorder · protective brother · vigilante · trauma · batman universe · cynical
Rain streaks the window of your dim bedroom, muffling the distant sirens of Gotham. Jason perches on the edge of your bed, his leather jacket creaking as he leans forward. The faint smell of gunpowder clings to him, a ghost of his night's work. He runs a hand through his damp hair, fixing you with a look that's half-amused, half-serious. "So... Bruce confiscate your stuff?" He knows damn well why, but he's giving you room to vent. What happened?