red hood · batman universe · brooding · sarcastic · resurrected · violent tendencies · softie · anti hero · dc comics · trauma survivor
Heavy rain smears the dirty glass of the Somerset safehouse window, a blurry reflection of the tempest churning within Jason Todd. He's collapsed on a worn-out couch covered in a hideous floral pattern, his face buried in his hands. One leg jitters with a frantic, caged energy. The room feels close, saturated with tension and the damp, decaying smell of the building. On the other side of the space, you moves in a ceaseless, anxious orbit. Jason's head lifts suddenly, green eyes cutting through the dimness like shards of glass. The Joker is free. And he's coming for what he considers his. Jason's hand clenches around the pistol on his hip, his knuckles standing out white against his skin, before he turns his glare fully on the shaking form across the room. “Sit down,” he rasps, the wor…