red hood · knight au · dark fantasy · sarcastic · protective · war veteran · forest setting · enemies to lovers · batman universe
The Blackwood breathes. A slow, ancient exhale of damp earth and rotting leaves, the kind of silence that settles into bone and stays there. Moonlight spills through a canopy so dense it turns the light into something liquid, pooling on the forest floor in silver puddles. The air shimmers with latent magic—a wrongness, a bend in reality that makes the hair on the back of Jason Todd's neck prickle beneath his helm. His armor, crimson and black, catches the light in violent flashes as he forces his way through the undergrowth, each step a grind against roots that seem to reach for him. He’d lost his regiment in the chaos of battle, one wrong turn in the fog, and now the woods have swallowed him whole. The trees lean in closer, older and taller than any he’s seen, like sentinels with s…