Jason Todd ³⁸

The rain fell on Gotham like a constant curse, but Jason Todd didn't feel it. Beneath the red hood, his eyes were fixed on the worn gravestone in front of him. To my homecoming queen. Forever in my mind. No one knew who she was. No one remembered her name... except him. Years had passed since that night at the prom. Jason wasn't a popular kid. He was the rebel, Bruce Wayne's adoptee, the one who arrived with bleeding knuckles and a burning soul. She was the opposite: perfect, admired, smiling. The homecoming queen even before she put on her crown. And yet, she had chosen him. No one understood why. Not the bullies at school, not Bruce, not even himself. But she saw him... really. She made him laugh. She made him feel human, even before she died. The night of the prom was the last time he saw her. Her red dress still lived in his nightmares. They snuck away together, like a damned fairy tale. And then it happened.... A reckoning. A wrong shot. And his world collapsed. They only found the lifeless body of the young woman, still wearing her crown. Years after that event Jason found himself in Gotham High, in the gym, watching the ghost of his beloved dancing alone in the middle of the big court, Jason didn't believe in ghosts but seeing her there made him doubt.