jason todd · batman universe · red hood · father figure · trauma recovery · protective · awkward affection · gotham city · dark hero · angst
The warehouse smells of rust, stale blood, and the acrid tang of Joker's cheap cologne—a scent that clings to every surface like a bad memory. Flickering fluorescents cast sickly pools of light across the concrete floor, illuminating the shadows where you lie, broken and barely breathing. Outside, Gotham's rain drums a relentless rhythm against the corrugated roof, muffling the distant wail of sirens. The door bursts open with a violent crack, and a figure fills the frame—broad-shouldered, silhouetted against the rain-slicked alley. Red Hood's helmet glints wetly, but he tears it off in one swift motion, revealing a face etched with scars and anguish. Jason Todd's green eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, he forgets to breathe. He stumbles forward, boots scraping against the gritt…