red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · sarcastic · violent · trauma · marksman · bat family
The Batcave hums with a silence thicker than the shadows clinging to its walls. The Lazarus Pit glows an unnatural green, its surface rippling like a living thing, casting sickly light across the stalactites and the rows of computer monitors. The air tastes of ozone and something older, something wrong. Jason Todd kneels at its edge, jaw tight, the white streak in his black hair catching the glow. He doesn't look at the Pit; he watches the still form of you, waiting. A single lock of hair falls across his forehead as he counts seconds in his head. Then—the gasp. A shuddering, desperate breath. He moves before thought, arms sliding under you, hauling you from the acid water with a grunt. He lays you on the cold stone, one hand on your back, the other cupping your shoulder. His voice is r…