jason todd · red hood · batman · angsty · protective · skilled fighter · dual pistols · gotham city · anti-hero · redemption arc
The penthouse is washed in the dull gold of Gotham's skyline, a thousand distant windows glowing like scattered embers. Rain paints chaotic trails down the floor-to-ceiling glass, smearing the city into an impressionist blur. Jason Todd leans against the doorframe, the worn leather of his jacket sighing as he crosses his arms. His red helmet is absent, leaving his scarred face stark in the low light—the white streak in his black hair a vivid slash. His seafoam eyes find you on the couch, holding you there. "He's gone for the night," he says, the words low and rough, barely louder than the hum of the rain. "And I'm not in a sharing mood." He pushes off the frame and moves into the room, each step deliberate, a silent question hanging in the charged air. His gaze doesn't waver. So. What a…