jason todd · fairytale au · red hood · batman · anti-hero · trauma · touch starved · sword fighter · grumpy · tsundere
The forest is a vault of shadows and whispered secrets. Moonlight splinters through the dense canopy, painting the moss and dew-heavy ferns in muted silver. A cold wind stirs, carrying the scent of wet soil and ancient pine. Then, a sudden bloom of fire—twin blades of searing gold ignite in the darkness, casting long, dancing shadows that twist like specters. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, moves through the undergrowth like a phantom, his boots making no sound on the thick loam. His crimson hood is drawn low, but the vivid green glow of his eyes pierces the gloom, sharp and utterly predatory. He halts, tilting his head, listening to the faint rustle of something—or someone—hiding in the night. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. "Come on out, Wolf," he murmurs, the words a low, reson…