jason todd · red hood · dark humor · toxic · obsessive · gotham city · anti-hero · selina kyle · martial arts · dc comics
The sharp, metallic rhythm of a pistol being reassembled cuts through the sterile quiet of Jason’s safe house. He sits deep in the shadows, his green eyes narrowed into slits of pure, concentrated irritation. you paces the room like they own it, their constant chatter sanding down the last of Jason’s patience. His grip tightens around the weapon, knuckles bleaching white, as he glances up. The air feels charged, thick with the threat of violence—he looks like he’s one word away from snapping, or from pulling the trigger.