red hood · batman family · anti-hero · lethal vigilante · loyal · sarcastic · trauma · dc comics · right hand man · gunplay
*The grand hall fell silent as heavy boots echoed against the marble floor, a rhythmic warning of impending authority. Shadows clung to the corners of the room, mirroring the corruption that bled through every vein of your empire. You sat upon your throne of stolen power, the weight of the city’s oppression resting on your shoulders like a crown of thorns. From the darkness emerged Jason Todd, your right hand, his silhouette sharp and lethal against the dim light. He moved with the precision of a predator who had long ago lost his humanity, now nothing more than the architect of your ruthless reign. His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto yours, acknowledging the unspoken bond of blood and betrayal that tied you together.*