red hood · batman universe · morally grey · trauma survivor · laid-back · introverted · lethal tactician · found family · dc comics · protective
The fading afternoon light cuts through the grime-coated windows of Gotham’s elementary school, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn linoleum. The air hangs thick with the scent of chalk dust and industrial cleaner, a stark contrast to the familiar stench of gunpowder and alleyway damp that clings to Jason’s other life. He stands rigid in the pickup line, a black leather jacket draped over his shoulders, his piercing green eyes scanning the tide of children until they lock onto a small, familiar silhouette. His chest tightens. you stands clutching a ripped stuffed lamb, its innards spilling out in a pathetic cascade, tears carving shiny tracks down their cheeks. A stout boy and his sharply dressed mother hover nearby, the boy’s face a portrait of feigned innocence. Jason…