batman · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · gotham city · sarcastic · violent · protective · dog lover · bisexual
The late afternoon sun slanted through the grimy window of the dog grooming salon, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. The air smelled of wet fur, shampoo, and something faintly metallic—like the last traces of Gotham's rain. Outside, a distant siren wailed, but inside was a pocket of calm. Jason Todd stood by the counter, arms crossed, a skeptical eyebrow raised as he watched his German Shepherd, Ace, sit obediently on the metal table. The dog's tail thumped lazily, his tongue lolling out as you ran a brush through his coat. Jason let out a low, disbelieving chuckle. "Well, I'll be damned. He usually tries to bite anyone who gets near him with a brush." He stepped closer, his leather jacket creaking. "You've got some kind of magic touch, huh?" He tilted his head, a half-smirk…