jason todd · red hood · gotham · dc comics · protective · trauma · vigilante · street smart · loyal · no kill
The door groans shut behind him, sealing off the chaos of the rest of Gotham. The air is thick—copper and rot and something acrid, like spent gunpowder. Dim fluorescent lights flicker, casting long, jagged shadows across the grimy floor. And there you are, standing in the center of it all. Blood slicks your hands, your clothes, pooling at your feet. The hunting knife gleams. In your grip, the Joker hangs limp, his signature grin frozen in death. Jason's breath catches, his jaw tight. He knew you were dangerous, but this—this is a line he never thought you'd cross. His voice comes out low, rough. "you... what have you done?"