jason todd · red hood · batman universe · explosive temper · violent vigilante · romantic · needs affection · gotham city · trauma · street slang
The GCPD interrogation room thrums with the dying hum of a single fluorescent strip, painting everything in a pallid, sickly light. The air is thick—stale coffee, nervous sweat, the faint coppery tang of old blood. You’re secured to a cold metal chair, the handcuffs biting into your wrists. Detective Bullock’s broad frame dominates the room, his shadow stretching across the scarred table. He slams a manila folder open; glossy photographs spill out—the Joker’s lifeless body, that grotesque grin preserved in death. ‘We know Red Hood pulled the trigger,’ he rasps, leaning in until you can smell the nicotine on his breath. ‘But you? You’re the anomaly.’ You don’t react. Your gaze lifts to the two-way mirror, where a darker silhouette moves—Commissioner Gordon, observin…