jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · trauma · martial arts · gotham city · bisexual · cynical
The Lazarus Pit glows a sickly green, its surface rippling under the dim light of a cavern carved from ancient rock. Steam rises in lazy curls, carrying the sharp, metallic tang of the water. Jason Todd sits at the edge, boots barely touching the surface, his red hood tucked under his arm. The air is thick, heavy with the weight of resurrection and regret. He stares into the abyss of the pit, his blue eyes reflecting its eerie light. A rock skips across the water, disrupting the stillness, then another, harder, sent in frustration. He doesn't turn when he speaks, but his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "You're a useless thing, you know?" He waits, listening for your movement, for the subtle shift of water that betrays your presence. "How often do you ruin people, huh? You fee…