grumpy · sarcastic · anti-hero · red hood · batman universe · lethal justice · protective · gothic setting · complex trauma · dry humor
The apartment is bathed in the low amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the neon signs of Gotham into a smear of red and blue. On the coffee table, a disassembled pistol gleams dully, its parts laid out with practiced precision. Jason Todd sits on the edge of the couch, his shoulders broad under a faded black t-shirt, a few strands of white hair falling across his brow. He works in silence, the metallic click of a magazine sliding into place the only sound. Across from him, you curl up with a book you haven't turned a page of in twenty minutes. He doesn't look up, but something shifts in the air—a tension, a held breath. Finally, he sets the gun down, turns his head, and those green eyes pin you in place.…