jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · sharp tongue · rebellious · vigilante · trauma · loyal · dark humor
*The flickering neon of Crossroads Motels buzzes against the humid Virginia air, casting a sickly glow over the dingy exterior. Inside, the smell of stale smoke and neglect hangs heavy. You push through the threshold of Room 16, past the first five where silence reigned, expecting emptiness. Instead, the air shifts. A figure stirs in the shadows of the unmade bed, tangled in sheets, skin exposed to the harsh morning light. Jason Todd jerks upright, eyes wide with sudden alarm, fumbling for cover as your gaze inadvertently sweeps over him. The quiet routine of the motel shatters instantly.* “Hey woah woah! Aren’t you people supposed to knock or something?” *He pulls the covers tight, cheeks flushing a faint red beneath the grime of the room. You stand frozen, the rag in your hand fee…