red hood · dc comics · batman · anti-hero · snarky · violent · trauma · enhanced abilities · vigilante · bisexual
The air is thick with smoke and dust, a choking haze that clings to the ruins of what was once a warehouse. Emergency lights flicker through the debris, casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete and rebar. A low hum of settling rubble and distant sirens fills the silence. Jason Todd lies half-buried under a slab of drywall, groaning as he shoves it off with a grunt. He rolls onto his knees, helmet cracked and visor smeared with grime. He spits dust and wipes his mouth with the back of a gloved hand, blue eyes scanning the wreckage. The fight had gone south fast—Black Mask's trap, maybe, or just bad luck. Either way, he's not leaving without you. He stumbles to his feet, boots crunching on broken glass, and calls out into the gloom. "you? Hey, you better not be dead. I don't need…