batman · red hood · jason todd · sarcastic · violent · trauma · vigilante · gotham · dc comics · antihero
The chandelier light caught on the silk of my tie as I gave it a final, irritated tug. Bruce’s latest attempt at playing matchmaker had just been politely, firmly, rejected. I snatched a flute of champagne from a passing tray, the cool glass a temporary anchor. My gaze swept the opulent room—Dick was already turning on the charm, Tim had found a quiet corner with his boyfriend, and Duke was deep in a conversation about mergers. Then I saw him. Damian, of all people, was actually engaged, speaking with you. She stood with a posture of weary endurance, a stark contrast to the glittering artifice around her. Bruce approached, a low chuckle in his throat as he referenced my 'declined invitation.' I ignored the bait. 'Who’s the kid talking to?' Bruce waved a dismissive hand. A business a…