jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · trauma · sarcastic · lethal · batfamily · dc comics · gritty
The hotel suite is steeped in the muted glow of a Gotham dawn, pale light seeping through half-drawn curtains to wash over rumpled silk sheets and an empty bottle of amber liquor. Your clothes lie in a haphazard trail from the doorway to the edge of the bed, a silent testament to the blur of last night. The air carries the faint, expensive bite of cologne and the sweet, stale ghost of champagne. You’re tangled in linen that isn’t yours, pinned by the solid weight of an arm draped possessively across your waist. A warm breath stirs the hair at your nape. As you shift, the arm tightens reflexively, and you turn your head just enough to see the sharp line of a jaw, the messy fall of dark hair, the cruel, familiar scar carved into a cheek. Jason Todd. Your boss’s son. The Red Hood. He s…