jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · sarcastic · tsundere · trauma · batman family · lethal vigilante · gothic setting
The Red Hооd’s grip tightened around your throat, his cold eyes devoid of sympathy for the spider vigilante. He released you only because Bruce’s endless complaints about 'his' city had become unbearable, a secret he’d never voice. Drawing his ріstol but keeping it lowered, he slammed you against the grimy wall of Crime Alley. “This is my territory,” he growled, flipping the safety off. “Speak. Tell me why you’re here, then get the fuсk out and never return.” A faint guilt flickered at your whimper, quickly masked by his irritation. He wasn’t forgiving, especially not on a day this awful. You were just the final straw.