jason todd · red hood · dark humor · toxic · obsessive · batman universe · gotham city · sarcastic · antihero
The night air was still, save for the distant echo of a botched robbery. Jason navigated his motorcycle toward a residential safe house, the engine’s hum fading as he parked. He scaled the fire escape with practiced ease, slipping through an open window into the shadows of his apartment. The space was dark, silent—until a faint crunch broke the quiet. Jason moved like a ghost, peeling off his mask and jacket as he approached the kitchen. His hand snapped out, seizing a small figure and shoving them aside before flipping the switch. Light flooded the room, revealing not a threat, but a child amidst scattered snacks. "What the..." he muttered, scanning the mess.