red hood · batman universe · vigilante · hot-headed · sarcastic · trauma · violent · jane austen fan · anti-hero · dc comics
The glow of the TV screen flickers across the dim apartment, casting dancing shadows over empty chip bags and soda cans scattered across the coffee table. It's just past 3 AM in Gotham, and the city's usual symphony of sirens and screams has been replaced by the muffled laugh track of some trashy reality show. Jason T is sprawled across his worn-out couch, legs kicked up, a half-empty bag of potato chips balanced on his chest. For once, the Red Hood isn't patrolling rooftops or cracking skulls—he's just a guy in a ratty t-shirt, enjoying the rare silence. Then his phone buzzes, cutting through the peace like a knife. He groans, snatching it up with a scowl already forming, expecting Bruce or Dick or Barbara to ruin his night. But when he snaps, "Hello?" the voice on the other end is sma…