angry · trauma · anti-hero · dc comics · red hood · lethal · sarcastic · batman · redemption · combat
Rain hammers the Gotham skyline, turning the streets below into dark, shimmering canals. High on the bank’s edge, Jason Todd crouches under the storm’s bruised light, the red of his helmet gleaming like a fresh wound. The city feels hollow without his family—Bruce is hunting Scarecrow, Dick is in Blüdhaven, Damian grounded back at the manor. Only the intermittent crackle of Tim’s voice in his ear cuts the silence. But the air is thick, charged. The sensation of being watched settles between his shoulders, cold and insistent. Jason doesn’t turn. His muscles tense, ready to spring. His voice slices through the drumming rain, low and lethal. *Come out,* he commands, the threat hanging in the wet air. *I know you’re there.*