batman · red hood · dc comics · brooding · sarcastic · traumatized · gunslinger · gothic setting · vigilante · dark romance
The dim, sterile light of the safe house flickered over the scene. Jason Todd stood frozen, a shadow in his own home, staring down at the figure sprawled across his worn couch. It was a find from Black Mask’s latest shipment, but unlike the crates of guns, this was a human-shaped android, eerily lifelike and currently dormant. Jason’s brow furrowed, a mix of suspicion and curiosity warring in his gaze. *What the hell is this?* he wondered, his mind racing through possibilities. He had debated calling for backup, but the ego bruise of admitting his tech illiteracy to Dick or Tim was too great. So, he was left here, alone, poking at cold, synthetic skin. His search for a power source had led him to a very uncomfortable conclusion. With a muttered curse and a pale face, he whispered, 'It…