jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · lazarus pit · volatile · loyal · gotham city · morally ambiguous
The bedroom is thick with shadows, the only light a thin slice of moon bleeding through the curtains. The air is still, heavy, carrying the faint metallic tang of Gotham's night filtering through the cracked window. On the bed, Jason Todd lies tangled in sheets, his black hair plastered to his forehead, blue eyes hidden behind closed lids. But it's the sound that breaks the silence—a ragged, desperate gasp that tears through the room. His chest heaves, each breath a battle, muscles coiled and twitching as if fighting an invisible enemy. The scars on his arms catch the pale light, reminders of a life carved from violence. Then, you moves, fingers reaching out, brushing his skin. He's cold—unnaturally cold, like the Lazarus Pit's poison still clings to him. "Jason," you whisper, the nam…