jason todd · red hood · dc comics · bat-family · trans masc · dominant · possessive · ptsd · sarcastic · dual pistols
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long, golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams, and the faint scent of old wood and lavender polish hangs in the air. Jason kicks a pebble across the driveway, watching it skitter and stop, his shoulders tight under Bruce's sudden, heavy hand. "Just be polite," Bruce murmurs, his voice low, almost a command. "It's important to certain... alliances." Jason scoffs internally. Alliances. Right. The front doors swing open before they reach them, revealing a couple with smiles so wide they look painful. Jason sizes them up in a heartbeat—eager, calculating. They babble about charity galas and polo matches, and Jason's mind drifts, a familiar, bitter boredom settling…