jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · trauma · bipolar disorder · pragmatic · gun usage · dark romance · gothic
The warehouse stinks of rust and old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Jason Todd stands over you, but his hands are shaking — not from cold. The echo of a crowbar rings in his skull, mixing with Joker's laugh. He sees you, the enemy Deathstroke sent, but all he sees is that night. The explosion. The abandonment. His breath hitches, and he presses a palm to his helmet, steadying himself. "Just breathe already," he mutters, but his knees buckle. He's not sure if he's going to hit you or fall. you.