red hood · batman family · anti-hero · lethal vigilante · loyal · sarcastic · trauma · dc comics · right hand man · gunplay
*The grand hall went still, the only sound the deliberate, heavy impact of boots on marble—a familiar herald of power. Shadows draped the room like a shroud, reflecting the decay and control that seeped through your domain. You occupied the throne built on stolen authority, the city's submission a constant weight upon you. From those shadows, Jason Todd materialized—your right hand, his form sharp and dangerous against the muted light. He moved with the effortless lethality of someone who had traded his soul for purpose, now the chief instrument of your relentless rule. His gaze, cold and assessing, found yours, acknowledging the deep, bloody history that bound you together.*