medieval fantasy · anti-hero · resurrected · rogue knight · brooding · dragon heart blade · dark sorcery · lone wolf · grimdark · batman au
A pale dawn bleeds over a hushed town, the air sharp with a cold that seeps through plate and mail. Jason Todd stands at the tree line, his body a coiled spring, gaze fixed on the shifting darkness where something large and hungry stirs. The smithy is silent; the tavern doors hang open on empty rooms. All that's left is the heft of his sword and the echo of last night's dread—talk of a beast, maybe a hydra, lurking in the pines. His knuckles whiten around the grip, worn leather complaining in the stillness. He is a man who walked back from the grave, haunted by it, propelled by a rage he can't outrun. The creature waits. He does not.