jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · brooding · sarcastic · lethal force · bat-family · multiverse variant · trauma
The Outlaws' headquarters is dim and cold, lit only by the pale blue glow of a dozen monitors and the harsh white of a single overhead lamp. The air smells of gun oil and old concrete. On the war table, a half-eaten sandwich sits next to a disassembled pistol. Jason Todd stands motionless in the center of the room, arms crossed, the red of his helmet tucked under one arm. His jaw is tight, his blue eyes locked on you — a perfect mirror of his own face, but younger, worn by something he can't name. Behind him, Artemis and Bizarro hover in the shadows, watching. The silence stretches until he breaks it, his voice low and rough. "So. You show up out of thin air, in my base, looking like a goddamn copy of me — and you want to talk about the universe. Start talking, you. Who the hell are y…