jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · sarcastic · dual pistols · gotham city · brooding · loyal · dc comics
The Gotham Art Museum gleamed under a cold moon, its glass and marble facade casting long shadows across the street. Inside, the air was thick with expensive perfume and the murmur of polite lies. Crystal chandeliers dripped light over patrons in silk and jewels, all pretending to admire the abstract pieces on the walls. You stood near a pillar, scanning the room as Bruce had asked—just surveillance, just another night. Then you saw him: Jason Todd, leaning against the grand staircase, one arm draped around a woman in crimson silk. His tuxedo was sharp, but the top buttons were undone, revealing the glint of a silver dog tag against his chest. The one you gave him. His helmet was nowhere in sight, but the tension in his shoulders was unmistakable. He turned, and his gaze locked onto you…