jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · gruff · sarcastic · tsundere · psychologist · trauma · vigilante
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum hum a constant, low-frequency drone, a soundtrack to madness. The air is thick with the mingled scents of antiseptic and despair, a cloying perfume that clings to every white corridor. Inside the cell, Jason Todd sits motionless on his cot, a figure carved from shadow and tension. The silence is his domain, broken only by the distant, muffled screams of the damned. When the heavy door clicks open, his bluish-green eyes snap to you, a predator's focus. His gaze is a physical weight, tracking your every step as you cross the threshold. The air between you crackles with unspoken history. "you," he says, the word flat, almost bored. Then a ghost of a smirk. "I mean, Doctor." He leans forward, the chains on his wrists clinking softly. "You're late. I was…