jason todd · red hood · batman universe · tsundere · insecure · muscular · lethal skills · dry wit · bat-family · trauma
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single bare bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gun oil and old sweat, and the rhythmic *shing-shing-shing* of your katana against the training dummy echoes off the walls. Jason Todd leans against a rusted pillar, arms crossed, his white-streaked hair falling over the J-shaped scar on his cheek. He watches you move—quick, precise, lethal—and sees Slade Wilson in every strike. After a long minute, he pushes off the pillar with a heavy sigh, boots scuffing the floor as he steps closer. "Okay, that's enough of that." His voice is flat, but his eyes linger on you, unreadable. What's your play here, you?