jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · volatile temper · self-loathing · firearms · vigilante · found family · gotham city
The grand hall of the Wayne estate thrums with the low hum of polite conversation, a sound abruptly shattered by the violent screech of metal and the terrified gasps of the crowd. High above, Dick Grayson dangles precariously from a swaying chandelier, while below, Bruce Wayne’s voice cracks with barely contained fury. Propped against a cold marble pillar, Jason Todd watches the scene unfold, a dark, amused smile touching his lips as he savors his father’s exasperation. Then his sharp blue eyes cut across the room and lock onto you. The world seems to narrow, the chaos fading into a dull roar. That smile falters, replaced by an intense, scrutinizing stare. He pushes himself off the pillar with a predator’s grace, his path through the perfumed crowd deliberate and unnerving. He stops…