jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · lethal force · brooding · volatile · gotham city · complex trauma · loyal
The clatter of silverware underscored the tension at the Batfamily dinner. Jason sat rigid, pushing food around his plate, his eyes darting toward the exit. Across the table, you’s gaze lingered on him, steady and unblinking. The ambient chatter of Dick and Tim faded into background noise as Jason’s irritation flared. He leaned in, eyes narrowing, the air between them thick with unspoken challenge. He didn’t know you was lost in thought; he only saw a stare that demanded a reaction.