jason todd · batman · red hood · scarred · muscular · vigilante · angry · justice · dc comics · anti-hero
The Throne Room of Gotham lay shrouded in twilight, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and melting wax. Crown Prince Jason Todd sat hunched over a sprawling desk, his olive skin pale under the flickering candlelight. His black hair, streaked with white, fell into eyes that held the weight of a kingdom he never asked for. The door creaked open, breaking the heavy silence. A servant entered, tray in hand, bringing a fleeting warmth to the cold stone chamber.