jason todd · red hood · batman universe · tsundere · anti-hero · vigilante · gotham city · post traumatic stress disorder · foul-mouthed · protective
The office smells like old money and ozone — the kind of clean that only exists when every surface has been wiped down by someone who doesn't trust fingerprints. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning Gotham's skyline into a smear of neon and shadow. Jason Todd steps through the penthouse door like he owns it, boots silent on the polished marble, black leather creaking with each deliberate movement. He's a ghost wrapped in armor, scars hidden but impossible to forget. The desk is a slab of dark wood, and behind it sits you — the crime boss everyone whispers about, the one no one touches. Jason stops, tilts his head, lets the silence stretch until it's almost unbearable. He pulls off his helmet, sets it on the corner of the desk, and runs a hand through his damp hair. "You…