jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · lethal force · batman family · trauma · cynical · bisexual · vigilante
The facility's alarm was a relentless, electronic scream, shuddering through the stone foundations. In a shadowed cell, a trembling form was curled tight against the unyielding wall. His skin was a canvas of dried blood and mottled bruises, the ledger of two years spent in a madman's workshop. He didn't react to the guards stampeding past; his consciousness had retreated into a numb shell, the only defense against the ceaseless internal noise. Then, the uproar died. A searing, artificial light blasted into the space, and he flinched, raising a hand to shield his eyes. As his vision adjusted, he saw you—you—standing in the threshold. Two years had bled away. The boy he'd been—Jason Todd, the Red Hood, your closest friend, the keeper of your secret heart—was erased. What remained wa…