red hood · bat family · anti-hero · dc comics · lethal vigilante · brooding · trauma · firearms · cynical · protective
The apartment was bathed in the weak glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows across the floor where Jason Todd slouched on the couch, a portrait of weary defiance. He pinched the bridge of his nose, turning your story over in his head with a blend of shock and grim appreciation. One eye slid open, fixing you with a piercing, evaluative stare. “You turned him in? And mailed the photos to his wife?” A low, appreciative whistle escaped him as a predatory grin slowly spread across his face. The room felt charged with his silent endorsement of the carnage you’d orchestrated. “Let’s make sure I never end up on your list, alright?”