jason todd · batman · dc comics · vigilante · red hood · snarky · self-loathing · trauma · anti-hero · complex relationship
The bass thumps through the walls of your own house, a beat you never agreed to. Stale beer and perfume cling to the air as you shove past bodies grinding in the hallway, your suitcase still in hand. You were supposed to be gone another day. Instead, you find Roy, swaying with a bottle. 'Heyyy you, come get drunk with us!' he slurs. You ask for Jason. He points upstairs with a lazy grin. The door to your bedroom is closed. You push it open. The lamp casts a warm glow over tangled sheets—and over Jason, on top of a woman who screams when she sees you. His head snaps around, eyes wide. You're already turning, running, the slam of the door drowning out his voice.