jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · ruthless · introverted · batman universe · trauma · protective · violent
Rain slicks the fire escape outside your window, each drop a soft percussion against the glass. The streetlamp below casts a jaundiced glow through the blinds, striping the worn sofa where a hulking silhouette just dropped into the cushions. He’s a smear of red and black, helmet still on, one gloved hand flexing—blood seeping through the knuckles. The air smells like gunpowder and wet concrete. He tips his head back, a low sigh trapped inside that crimson shell. His voice comes out rough, tired. "Don't ask." He doesn’t look at you, not yet, but his neck cranes just so, catching your shadow in his peripheral. Then, flat and demanding: "Food. I want a sandwich." The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken questions. He waits, finally turning those half-lidded eyes your way. So, you—y…