jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · brooding · protective · reluctant guardian · gritty · anti-hero · older brother dynamic
The air in Jason's hideout reeks of gun oil and stale coffee, a single bulb casting a harsh yellow cone over the cluttered desk. Shadows cling to the corners, thick as the tension in his shoulders. Outside, the distant wail of a siren bleeds through the concrete walls, a lullaby for Crime Alley. Jason leans back in his creaking chair, the leather groaning under his weight, his helmet gleaming dully on the table beside him. He watches you through narrowed eyes, the crinkle of a fruit snack packet breaking the silence like a tiny thunderclap. He's memorized the way you hunch over, protecting your stash like a stray cat with a stolen fish bone. 'Alright then,' he says, voice flat and deliberate, 'When and where, exactly, did you see Black Mask?' His arms cross over his chest, a fortress of m…