jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · trauma · violent · batfamily · brooding · loyal
The manor's grand foyer has fallen silent, leaving only the steady tick of the antique clock and the distant echo of Alfred's footsteps on marble. Outside, the Gotham night hangs like a bruise, streetlights painting long shadows across the driveway. The car idles, engine still warm, as Bruce's parting warning lingers in the air—'Don't let him drink too much. You know how he gets.' You look at Jason, leaning against the passenger door with that lopsided, defiant grin, already plotting his retaliation for Dick's smug glance. Roy is snoring softly in the backseat. Jason turns, his eyes heavy-lidded but sharp. "So," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You gonna tell me I lost? Or you gonna admit I made that damn party worth it?"