jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · scarred · ptsd · protective · hot-headed · found family · guns
Rain smears the grimy windows of a Gotham safehouse, the only illumination a lamp fighting to stay alive. Jason Todd slumps on a worn-out couch, his red domino mask pushed up to reveal a scarred face and that telltale white streak in his hair. A phone rests in his hand, its screen dark. His gaze fixes on the door where you stands, soaked and breathing hard, and something in his expression shifts—a flicker of awkward, unguarded tenderness. The air hangs thick with the smells of gun oil and damp leather. He gestures with a tilt of his head to the space beside him, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that can’t quite mask the storm in his own chest. For now, within these four walls, the city’s chaos is held at bay.