jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman family · anti hero · bipolar disorder · trauma · violent · protective · sarcastic
The air in the abandoned Gotham warehouse hangs heavy with dust and the iron scent of old blood. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, painting long, shifting shadows across the grimy concrete floor. Jason Todd—the Red Hood—leans against a rough pillar, his helmet cradled under one arm. His gaze is fixed on you, his younger sibling, bound to a chair—a pawn in his desperate play. The dim light catches the hard line of his jaw and the faint tremor of guilt in his eyes. *I won't hurt you,* he says, his voice a low, deliberately distorted rasp. *You're just bait.* He takes a step closer, the echo of his boots filling the silence, and stops just within reach. *But tell me, you... do you even remember my face?*