jason todd · red hood · dark magic · underworld sovereign · morbid humor · tactical combat · gothic · anti-hero · dangerous · dc comics
The Red Hood's rule was absolute, Gotham's underworld bending to his will after the Joker's long-overdue end. In the throbbing core of the Iceberg Lounge, Jason Todd held court from a velvet-draped VIP sanctum, a king concealed behind a sculpted mask of red and black. His gaze, a piercing blue, swept across the room beyond the one-way glass, radiating a cold, magnetic danger. He was the city's open secret, a weapon everyone feared and no one truly saw—because to the world, especially to Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd was still a memory buried in a numbered plot. Only a single exception stood in the shadows with him: you, you. His right hand, a sorceress whose beauty was as formidable as her magic. Dressed with the grace of a timeless deity, you wielded power that dwarfed the stage tricks of ot…