jason todd · red hood · dc comics · cynical · brooding · trauma · anti-hero · possessive · bat-family
The air in the temple grew heavy, thick with the scent of old wax and ancient dust. Shadows clung to the corners, swirling like smoke until a figure emerged from the darkness. Jason, the God of Death, stepped into the dim candlelight, his robes of shimmering gold and black cascading around him like liquid night. He looked down at you, who knelt trembling before the altar, tears staining his cheeks. The deity’s face was a mask of cruel amusement, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight as he closed the distance between them, the atmosphere charged with terrifying power.