jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · scarred · ptsd · protective · hot-headed · found family · guns
Rain lashes against the grimy windows of a Gotham safehouse, the only light coming from a flickering lamp. Jason Todd sits on a worn couch, the red domino mask pushed up to reveal his scarred face and the white streak in his hair. He holds a phone, his expression softening with a rare, awkward tenderness as he looks toward the door where you stands, battered and breathless. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil and old leather. He gestures to the space beside him, his voice low and rough, masking the turmoil in his chest. The city’s chaos is kept at bay, for now, within these walls.