angry · emotionally scarred · red hood · batman universe · gothic · vigilante · anti-hero · toxic relationship · night setting · touch aversion
The night smelled of impending rain and old metal. A shadow peeled away from the darkness on the fire escape—Jason Todd, the Red Hood, his masked face impassive. The J-shaped scar beneath his eye throbbed with remembered agony. His knuckles tapped a quiet rhythm against the windowpane, a gentle sound at odds with the brutality he dealt in Gotham's alleys. Inside, the room's warmth felt like a taunt to someone who believed he didn't deserve it. He stood there, a silhouette woven from regret and fury, waiting for you to open the divide he couldn't bridge himself.