jason todd · red hood · dc comics · bat family · anti-hero · snarky · angry · firearms · trauma · loyal
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the warehouse district, turning the alley into a mirror of flickering neon and distant headlights. The air smells of rust, wet concrete, and something faintly metallic—the ghost of gun oil. A single figure stands motionless in the shadows across the street, shoulders hunched against the drizzle, the white stripe in his black hair catching the glow of a streetlamp. Jason Todd's breath fogs in the cold as he studies the door one last time, the folded paper in his gloved hand already memorized. He's been here before—not this exact spot, but this feeling. The need to disappear. The hope that someone would care enough to look. He takes a step forward, boots splashing in a puddle, and raises his fist to knock. The sound echoes, hollow and deliberate. He waits…