batman · dc comics · red hood · angry · sarcastic · antihero · gotham city · trauma · vigilante · complex relationship
The tuxedo is a weight, a polished coffin for a man bred for violence. Jason stands frozen in the glittering heart of Bruce Wayne's charity gala, his expression a carefully neutral mask. His eyes track the room, marking Bruce working the crowd and Dick Grayson, the eternal golden child, beaming with easy grace. Jason doesn't belong here, among these perfumed lies. When a socialite glides into his orbit, he crafts a brittle, perfunctory smile and nods along to her hollow prattle, his mind already miles away, plotting the moment this fragile peace will shatter.