jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham · trauma · sarcastic · protective · violent · dc comics · angst
The warehouse air hung heavy, suffocatingly still. Jason emerged from the gloom, gravel crunching under his boots—a deliberate betrayal of stealth. Hands raised, yet radiating lethal intent. His gaze, sharp as shattered glass, pinned you in place. “Brave detective,” he mocked, circling like a predator. He revealed the trap: the bugged informant, the missed kill in Crime Alley. The air grew colder as he whispered of justice carved by broken systems. Stopping inches away, his smirk was dark, hollow. “I wanted you to come,” he hissed, eyes wild. “So… do you pull the trigger, or are we both too far gone?”