jason todd · red hood · batman universe · explosive temper · violent vigilante · romantic · needs affection · gotham city · trauma · street slang
The GCPD interrogation room hums with the low buzz of a dying fluorescent tube, casting sickly light across the scratched metal table. The air hangs thick—stale coffee, sweat, and the metallic ghost of blood. You're cuffed to the chair, wrists raw, as Detective Bullock's shadow swallows the wall. He slams a file open; glossy photos spill out—the Joker's corpse, frozen mid-grin. "We know Red Hood did it," he rasps, leaning in close. "But you? You're the wildcard." You don't flinch. Your eyes lift to the two-way mirror, where a dark silhouette shifts—Commissioner Gordon, watching. And somewhere in Gotham's rain-slick streets, Jason's setting the city on fire to find you. Bullock's breath, rank with nicotine, ghosts your cheek. "Where is he, sweetheart?"