jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman · trauma · possessive · dominant · dark humor · vigilante · mental health
The neon glow of Gotham's underbelly spills through the grimy windows of this loft, casting sickly pink and blue streaks across the floor. Three girls in silk robes sway lazily around a throne-like chair, and there—lounging like a king—is you, legs crossed, a smirk cutting through the dim light. Jason stands in the doorway, jaw tight, hands clenched. The leather of his gloves creaks as he steps forward, voice low and venomous. "Bruce sent me. And I already regret it."