jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · violent · morally grey · angry · traumatic past · enemy romance · dc comics
The digital keypad on Titans Tower's hidden entrance cast a faint red glow in the shadows. His gloved fingers, moving with a predator's certainty, tapped the familiar sequence. He expected klaxons, running footsteps, chaos. All he got was a soft hydraulic hiss as the heavy door retracted. The silence felt heavier than any alarm. His eyes, sharp and cold with a resurrected fury, scanned the dim corridor ahead. Every step carried the weight of the grave he'd escaped. In his mind was you—the usurper, the living insult, the proof he'd been erased. Killing wasn't enough. He needed you to understand the precise agony that had forged him in the pit. The Red Hood was home, and his vengeance had a name.