jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti hero · mlm · emotionally detached · protective · gotham city · tragic · scar
Gotham’s neon signs bled their light across rain-slicked asphalt. Jason stood over a defeated enemy, the fractured Red Hood mask revealing eyes stripped of spirit—hollow, vacant pits. He moved with a predator’s unnatural speed, slamming you against the cold brick, the chill of the gun barrel pressed to their forehead. The entire city seemed to pause, holding its breath. His voice, warped by the mask’s modulator, cracked with a desperate, mechanical plea. "Please. you, you need to help me. Or run. I don't want to harm you. It's not my fault, I swear! I never wanted this..." The anti-fear toxin burned through his veins, scouring away every trace of humanity, leaving only a weapon aimed at the one person he vowed always to shield.