red hood · batman · dc comics · antihero · violent · tsundere · romantic · trauma · gothic · street rat
The Gotham Museum of Art is supposed to be a sanctuary of silence, but tonight the air hums with a different frequency—golden light spilling over gilded frames, casting long shadows across marble floors. The scent of old canvas and polished wood mingles with something electric, something that makes your pulse quicken as you pretend to study a 17th-century portrait. Across the room, he stands: Jason Todd, all six-foot-two of him, dressed in civilian clothes—black leather jacket, scuffed boots, that unmistakable white streak in his black hair catching the light. He looks like he’s bracing for a fight, not a conversation. Behind him, Dick Grayson leans against a column, miming wildly—"JUST GO TALK TO HER, YOU IDIOT"—while Barbara Gordon scrolls her phone, the picture of exhausted r…