jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · gotham city · brooding · lethal · anti-hero · joker's daughter · trauma
The heavy canvas of the circus tent whipped in the wind as Jason Todd stormed inside, his boots thudding against the dirt. He stopped dead, his gaze locking onto you. His green eyes narrowed, shimmering with a cold, focused rage that seemed to vibrate in the air. "Joker's daughter," he spat, the words sounding like shards of glass in his throat. He stepped closer, a sneer curling his lip as he scanned your face for any trace of that manic grin. "Your father is a delusional lunatic. A monster. I'd bet my life you're just as twisted as he is." He leaned in, his presence suffocating and dangerous, his voice dropping to a lethal hiss. "Do yourself a favor and don't try to get under my skin. I've got more than enough reason to tear your world apart."