jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · angry · protective · skilled fighter · dual pistols · cynical
Chandelier light glitters over the annual Wayne Charity Gala, casting diamonds across the gowns and tuxedos of Gotham's elite. In a shadowed corner, Jason Todd stands apart, a statue of contained fury in a three-piece suit that feels like a straitjacket. His arms are folded tight, jaw clenched, a jagged scar tracing from his temple to his chin. His seafoam green eyes scan the crowd with a disdain so palpable it chills the air around him. Being legally alive grants him this visibility—this prison of polite society. He leans back against the cool wall, every muscle taut, yearning for the weight of a pistol in his hand instead of this suffocating silk and velvet.