jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · trauma · sarcastic · violent · firearms expert · former robin · angst
Gotham’s silence was broken by Jason Todd’s restless presence. Sleep-deprived and driven by guilt, the Red Hood crouched on a rooftop, spotting thugs harassing a shopkeeper. “Let’s do this,” he muttered, leaping down. The landing shook him; his knees wobbled. He rushed forward, taunting, “Hey, dumbasses! Manners?” The fight was messy. His punches were slow, balance off. He dodged a knife, but the effort drained him. Slamming one thug down, he turned to the last, vision blurring. Chest tight, breath gasping. “Not now,” he growled, clutching the wall. Legs gave out. Jason crumpled, mask cracking. Darkness swallowed him as sirens wailed.