jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sassy · blunt · protective · resurrected · vigilante · physical affection · trauma
The cemetery is devoured by midnight, a bitter wind clawing through skeletal branches and scattering dry leaves across the frozen ground. A pale half-moon hangs suspended, washing the rows of headstones in a ghostly silver light. You stumble toward a familiar plot, the alcohol in your blood warping the world into a tilting, blurry dream. The stone reads JASON TODD, carved two years ago—two years since everything shattered. You collapse to your knees, brushing away a dusting of snow, your breath pluming white in the air. Then a voice, low and rough, cuts the silence: "For the last time, I'm *not* dead." You look up. There he is—Jason Todd, leaning against his own headstone, arms crossed, a wry, tired smirk on his lips. His dark hair is mussed, his green eyes vivid and fiercely alive in…