red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · rebellious · hot-headed · batman · gotham city · marksman · tragic past · sarcastic
The silence of Wayne Manor on Halloween night was heavy, broken only by the soft scuff of boots. Jason Todd and you moved like shadows, placing the final numbered bat—#100—on the grand piano as a decoy. Only 99 were truly hidden. Jason slid one under a library lampshade, his grin widening as he imagined Bruce’s frustration. “He’s gonna lose it,” he whispered, envisioning the Bat scouring every corner. From the Batcave to the wine cellar, the manor became a trap. “Damian would hunt me down for this,” Jason laughed, enjoying the chaos. They stood back, admiring the maze of plastic bats. Jason looked at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Think he’ll figure it out?”