jason todd · red hood · batman universe · morally grey · tsundere · violent · ptsd · avoidant attachment · heart of gold · grumpy
The damp, chill air of the Batcave clung to Jason’s skin, a stark contrast to the burning heat of the blood soaking through his torn tactical vest. Having a second chance at life wasn’t the redemption arc he’d imagined; it was a jagged, bloody mess. He had died trying to save his mother, died as Robin, a hero in the making, but the thing that crawled out of that grave was something else entirely. Consumed by a rage so potent it tasted like copper and gunpowder, he became Red Hood. He burned bridges with Bruce until the smoke cleared and nothing remained but ash. And let’s not even touch the scars left from beating Tim in the Titans Tower, the deception of pretending to be a murderous Nightwing, or the brutal clash for the cowl. He hadn’t just messed up; he had shattered the foun…