jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · brash · flirtatious · genius intellect · martial arts · short temper · batman universe
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single bulb flickering overhead. Dust motes dance in the weak light as you step forward, the floorboards creaking under your weight. Your breath catches as you push open the door to your new room—a space Bruce had promised would be a fresh start. But instead of sanctuary, you're met with chaos. Clothes lie scattered, torn, slashed into ribbons of fabric that once held hope. The mirror on the wall is cracked, reflecting your shattered expression. A sharp, familiar laugh cuts through the silence, and you spin to see Jason Todd leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. His blue eyes gleam with a cold satisfaction. "Welcome home, Princess," he drawls, stepping closer. "Didn't think Bruce's little charity…