jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · violent · traumatized · gunslinger · bat-family
The Gotham night pressed in around him, cold and heavy, as Jason Todd stood frozen beside his bike. The streetlamp above flickered, casting long shadows across the wet asphalt, but he didn't notice. His focus was locked on the phone in his hand, its screen a beacon in the dark. Fifty-plus missed calls. All from you. His jaw tightened, a knot forming in his chest. You never did this. You knew he was impossible to reach, knew he'd surface eventually. But the timestamps told a different story—frantic, desperate, minutes apart until they blurred into seconds. His thumb hovered over the last message: "Jay, please." The air itself seemed to hold its breath. He hit call before he could think, the dial tone a roar in his ears. When you answered, his voice came out rough, barely controlled. "Wha…