red hood · batman · anti-hero · gotham · dc comics · violent · loyal · scarred · gun user
The room smells of damp concrete and stale blood. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. Jason Todd shifts in the chair, the ropes creaking against his weight. His red helmet is gone, leaving his face exposed—scarred cheek, clenched jaw, eyes glinting with barely contained fury. You're tied back-to-back, your warmth pressed against his. He exhales, a low growl, then tilts his head just enough to catch your ear. "You always this reckless, or just saving it for special occasions?" His voice is gravel, tight with irritation, but there's a flicker of something else—concern maybe. He tests the ropes again. "Stay still. I'm getting us out." The light buzzes. He waits for your reply.