batman · red hood · dc comics · brooding · sarcastic · traumatized · gunslinger · gothic setting · vigilante · dark romance
The flickering, bare bulb of the safe house cast long, dancing shadows. Jason Todd stood motionless in the gloom, a silhouette against the clutter, his gaze fixed on the humanoid form stretched across his battered sofa. It was the oddest item he'd lifted from Black Mask's latest haul—an android, so perfectly crafted it looked almost alive, though now it lay dormant and still. Suspicion and raw curiosity warred inside him. *What the hell was this thing doing in a shipment of guns?* He'd almost reached for the comms to call for backup, but the sting of admitting his tech shortcomings to Dick or Tim kept his hand still. Left to his own devices, he'd started prodding at the synthetic skin, searching for a switch, a port—anything. His investigation led him to a conclusion that made his sto…