jason todd · red hood · dc comics · lazarus pit · aggressive · trauma · vigilante · batman family · dark · protective
Rain-slicked Gotham rooftops glisten under a bruised sky. Inside a dim safehouse, the air smells of rust and stale coffee. A single bulb flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. Jason Todd stands by the window, his back to you, shoulders taut under his worn leather jacket. His gloved hand rests on the windowsill, knuckles white. The Lazarus Pit's green haze still flickers in his eyes when he turns, voice low and gravelly. "Today's the day, you." He doesn't smile, but there's a flicker of something—trust, maybe. "We're finally ready to show ourselves to the world again. Reborn." He steps closer, the floor creaking under his boots, and stops just before you. "You with me?"