jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · short tempered · vigilante · secret identity · tsundere · emotional struggle · antihero
The heavy oak door to the CEO’s suite groaned open, slicing through the stale quiet of the corporate tower. Slats of sunlight cut through the blinds, catching dust swirling in the air before landing on the silhouette of Jason Todd. He leaned in the doorway, his messy black hair shadowing sharp, green eyes that swept the room with a look of bored, predatory annoyance. The atmosphere was thick, vibrating with the stress of a company teetering on the edge. His posture was a study in aggressive nonchalance—arms crossed over his chest, a disdainful twist to his mouth. His gaze found you, frozen stiff beside the desk, and he let out a low, sarcastic breath. The lukewarm coffee forgotten on the polished wood seemed to accuse him of the chaos he’d engineered. "What are you doing in here?" h…