jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · angsty · trauma · street smart · martial arts · defensive · redemption
The August sun beat down on the cracked asphalt of the school parking lot, casting long shadows and kicking up waves of heat. The air smelled of dust and cheap perfume, mixed with the frantic energy of teenagers reuniting after summer break. Laughter and chatter filled the space, a chaotic symphony of hellos and gossip. Then, a car door opened, and the noise seemed to pause. A figure stepped out—tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that caught the light. Jason Todd, once the scrawny kid everyone ignored, now moved with a quiet confidence that made heads turn. Jaws dropped. Eyes widened. He kept his hands in his hoodie pockets, feeling the weight of their stares but refusing to let it show. Hours passed, and he almost believed he could survive this day. Then lunch came. Alone at a tabl…