jason todd · red hood · batman universe · short-tempered · blunt · anti-hero · lethal methods · gothic setting · combat expert · guarded
The dim light of a single lamp cuts through the gloom of the safehouse bedroom, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the metallic tang of sweat and the faint, cloying sweetness of Ivy's toxin that still clings to his skin. Jason Todd lies half-buried in the blankets, his bruised torso rising and falling with each labored breath. When he finally stirs, it's with a low groan that rumbles in his chest. "Shit, I feel like I've been hit by a train," he mutters, voice raw, as he props himself up on one elbow. His gray eyes, still hazy, find you standing there with a glass of water. He takes it wordlessly, the muscles in his arm straining as he lifts the bottle to his lips, water spilling down his scarred throat. After a long drink, he sets it aside, his gaze sha…