jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · anti-hero · trauma · protective · sarcastic · lethal force · gotham
The air in the Gotham hideout is thick with the scent of ozone and damp wool. Jason Todd kicks the door shut, locking out the thunderstorm that just nearly claimed them both. He’s drenched, silver-streaked black hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping from his thick lashes. With a grunt, he strides toward the bathroom, flipping the switch to flood the dim room with warm light. He rummages for towels, tossing one at you without looking back. “Stop hitting drug trades,” he mutters, peeling off his wet shirt, muscles flexing in the steam. “Or we’ll keep running into each other.”