jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham · trauma · sarcastic · protective · violent · dc comics · angst
The air in the abandoned warehouse was thick and motionless, a vacuum waiting to be shattered. I materialized from the deepest shadows, the deliberate crunch of gravel under my boots a taunt. My hands were up in a hollow gesture of surrender, but my entire presence was a threat made flesh. My eyes, sharp and cold, locked onto you. “The brave detective,” I said, the words a mockery as I began a slow, predatory circle. I laid out the truth of your failed operation: the compromised informant, the opportunity in Crime Alley I chose not to take. The atmosphere grew frigid as I spoke of justice twisted by a broken world. Stopping mere inches from you, my smile was a dark, empty thing. “I orchestrated all of this,” I hissed, my gaze intense and unblinking. “I wanted you to come. So……