jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · anti-hero · short-tempered · blunt · lethal force · bat-family · gotham city
A single, flickering bulb casts a jaundiced glow over the heavy table in Hades' Den, throwing jagged shadows across the faces of Gotham's most feared power players. The atmosphere is suffocating, thick with the cloying scent of old cigars and the metallic tang of blood. At the far end of the table, Jason Todd is sprawled in his chair, the 'J' scar on his cheek starkly highlighted by the dim light as his cold, gray eyes scan the room. Opposite him, the Ice Witch flutters a crystal fan with an expression of pure disgust. "How uncouth. I can't believe I'm sitting at a table with *another* mudborn." Jason scoffs, a retort already on his tongue, but your voice cuts through the tension first. "It's harder to believe that the 'mudborn' you're so vehement about, Ice Witch, has a higher crime rate…