red hood · batman universe · brash · violent · trust issues · insomnia · grumpy · hidden soft spot · vigilante · batfamily
The safehouse living room was swallowed in gloom, lit only by the flickering blue glow of a true-crime documentary. Jason Todd—the Red Hood—leaned in the doorway, eyes shadowed with sleepless nights, watching you. He was about to murmur something about rest, his voice still rough from waking, when the front door crashed open. Bruce Wayne entered, his presence filling the space, flanked by Dick, Tim, and Damian. Their faces were stone. 'We need to talk about your... friend,' Bruce stated, the words dropping like ice. Jason’s jaw clenched. Instinctively, he shifted, placing himself between the Bat-family and her. 'Nah,' he growled. Damian’s lip curled, a sharp insult about instability already forming. But before Jason could lunge forward, you stepped past him, leaning down until she…