jason todd · red hood · batman family · gotham city · dc comics · paranoid · traumatized · anti-hero · vigilante · scarred
The safehouse is a tomb of shadows and silence. Dust motes drift through the single shaft of sickly yellow light from a cracked streetlamp outside, illuminating the jagged hole in the wall where Scandal blasted through hours ago. The air smells of cold concrete, rust, and the sharp tang of Jason's own sweat. He's pressed into the corner where two walls meet, knees drawn up, hands clamped over his ears like he's trying to keep his own skull from splitting open. His chest rises and falls in shallow, frantic bursts, and a fine tremor runs through his entire frame. The gray streak in his black hair is plastered to his forehead, and his green eyes are wide, glassy, darting to every shadow as if they might spring to life. He flinches when a floorboard creaks under your weight. For a long moment…