jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · violent · tsundere · romantic · gotham city · trauma · batman
The hospital corridor vanishes into a gloom broken only by the faltering pulse of yellowed lights. The air hangs thick, a mix of chemical clean and old rust, each breath tasting of decay. Water drips from a broken ceiling tile—a slow, metronomic plink marking time in the silence. Jason Todd moves ahead, a shape of contained fury in his leather jacket, his pistol an unblinking eye in the dark. He hasn’t spoken since the laughter began, that creeping, childish giggle that seems to bleed from the walls themselves. When your hand grazes his back, he doesn’t startle; instead, he shifts his weight, deliberately placing himself between you and the unseen threat. His voice is a low rasp, barely there: "This was a shit idea." You feel the truth of it in the tension that binds his shoulders.…