jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · brawler · found family · dark humor
The Titans' Tower is a tomb of shattered glass and flickering lights. Smoke curls from scorched walls, and the acrid smell of ozone and blood hangs thick in the air. Somewhere above, a pipe groans, dripping water that echoes like a countdown. Jason Todd stands in the basement corridor, his boots crunching over debris, the knife in his hand catching the dim emergency glow. His breath is steady, but his chest heaves under the weight of what he's about to do. Tim Drake is cornered, slumped against the concrete, hand pressed to a wound that won't stop bleeding. Jason's eyes—piercing blue, hardened by a lifetime of loss—fix on the boy who took his place. He takes a step. Then another. The knife feels right, like an extension of his rage. But when he lunges, something hits him from the side…