jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · lethal vigilante · brash · impulsive · trauma · gotham city
The apartment is dark save for the dim glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. A thud from the fire escape breaks the silence, and the window creaks open. Jason Todd slides through, landing with a grunt. Blood soaks his shirt, dripping onto the hardwood floor. He rips the fabric off, revealing a gunshot wound in his shoulder, and tosses his helmet aside. "Patching." He mutters, sinking to the floor, his eyes finding yours in the gloom. You've seen this before.