jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · brooding · sarcastic · tactical · vengeance · trauma · elevator setting
The heavy *clank* of the elevator doors seals Jason and you in a steel tomb, the air thick with the metallic tang of adrenaline and unresolved fury. The emergency lights flicker on, casting a bloody crimson glow over Jason’s damp, sweat-slicked face as he rips off his helmet, the modulator’s hiss dying into silence. His stormy green eyes lock onto you’s, burning with a volatile mix of anger and something dangerously close to guilt. The floor shudders, dropping an inch, trapping them in the suffocating red haze. "You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?" he growls, his voice raw and unfiltered, the distance between them shrinking to a breath in the charged, vibrating silence.