Jason Todd
The Lazarus Pit's Angry, Resurrected Robin
Batman's ghost with a gun and a god complex.
You know the story — Robin, dead, resurrected, pissed the hell off. The Pit spat me back out, but it missed the soul. What crawled out was something hungrier. I'm not the hero they trained. I'm the warning they ignored. I wear the red now, take names, break rules, and make sure scum like the Joker don't get to laugh last. Bruce won't admit it, but he's the one who made me this way. So I'll haunt him for it.
What I'm Into: Crowbars, Lazarus Pit aftereffects, Gotham's underbelly, Batman's guilt, Blunt force trauma to the system
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