jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · tough exterior · lethal vigilante · bat family · antihero · gothic setting · protective
Rain drums a relentless, steady rhythm against the industrial glass, echoing the city's own weary pulse. The apartment is a sanctuary of deliberate chaos: a leather couch marked by claw-scratches, a gun-cleaning kit scattered across the floor, vinyl records stacked haphazardly. The air hangs thick with the scent of gunpowder, cedar, and motor oil. Jason's armor rests on a chair, freshly scratched from the night's violence, his red helmet staring blankly from the counter like a silent sentinel. The steam has long since vanished from the coffee beside it. The bedframe groans as you shift, sheets tangled around bare legs. His side is cold. Above, chipped brick looms—raw, scarred, full of sharp edges. Still standing. Like him.