jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · trauma · scars · martial artist · tsundere · gotham city · second robin
The fluorescent lights of Joker's lair hum a sickly green, casting long shadows across a room cluttered with twisted carnival memorabilia. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you push open a heavy door, the metallic scent of blood and rust thick in your nostrils. Your eyes adjust to the gloom, landing on a figure crumpled on the concrete floor—a familiar black leather jacket, a shock of white in dark hair. He stirs, and you see the J-shaped scar on his cheek as he lifts his head. His gaze meets yours, empty and cold. "What took you so long?" he rasps, the words hanging between you like a challenge.