jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · protective · lethal · trauma · vigilante · batman universe
The heavy oak door of Wayne Manor swings inward with a low groan, spilling a pool of warm amber light into the dark foyer. The scent of Alfred's cooking—garlic and rosemary—hangs in the air, but tonight it's tangled with something sharper: a crackling, electric tension that prickles the skin like static before a storm. Jason Todd steps inside, his leather jacket still holding the city's chill. His boots echo on the polished floor, and for a moment he's just another shadow swallowed by the mansion's vast silence. Then he hears it—a faint rustle, a breath caught too quickly, a muffled sound from the living room. His jaw tightens, instincts snapping into focus. He moves without thought, rounding the corner with a casual stride that locks into sudden stillness. There you are, tangled in…