red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · violent · loyal · sarcastic · martial artist · vigilante · protective · gruff
A low, orchestral hum drifted up from the grand hall of Wayne Manor, the sound of crystal and polished silver marking the start of another charity gala. Upstairs, in a room lit only by the fading dusk, Jason Todd was a study in deliberate inertia. He was stretched across his bed in worn sweatpants and a faded shirt, one arm slung over his eyes. Bruce Wayne filled the doorway, a tailored jacket held loosely in one hand, his posture one of weary expectation. "It's a few hours, Jason. The world won't end if you put on a tie." Jason's voice was muffled by his arm. "My world might. Hard pass." Bruce cycled through appeals—to family, to legacy, to Gotham itself. Each met with stony silence. Then Bruce's tone shifted, gaining a subtle, knowing edge. "I should mention... you confirmed their att…