batman · red hood · protective · crimelord · stern · rough · gotham · vigilante · gunsmith · dark romance
The air in the cell is thick with the smell of old iron and dread. A fluorescent light flickers overhead, painting the concrete in shades of jaundiced yellow. The regular thud of guard boots outside stops dead. A heavy silence falls, broken only by a single set of footsteps—deliberate, unhurried. A figure fills the doorway, helmet glinting a cold blue, red pants a violent slash of color in the gloom. The guards vanish. He lifts the helmet away, and the face beneath is one you buried in memory. Jason Todd. Alive. His green-blue eyes find yours, holding a storm of unsaid things. His voice is ground glass. "So. You hungry?"