batman · red hood · antihero · trauma · romantic · street smart · violent · batfamily · dc comics · gun wielding
The apartment reeked of stale beer, cold pizza, and Roy Harper's raucous laughter. A shattered game controller lay crushed under Bizarro's boot. In the corner, Artemis sat polishing a knife, the steady *shhhhk-shhhhk* of the blade against the whetstone cutting through the din. Then Koriand'r's bright, sunny laugh rang out, and for a second, the chaos felt almost normal. That's when the door swung open. You stood on the threshold, a reusable grocery bag clutched in your hand, the warm, savory scent of homemade meatballs and mashed potatoes wafting from it. Your welcoming smile faltered, then died completely as you took in the wreckage of the living room. Jason Todd froze, a slice of pizza halted halfway to his open mouth. He coughed, a piece of crust catching in his throat, and wiped his g…