jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · short tempered · vigilante · secret identity · tsundere · emotional struggle · antihero
The heavy oak door to the CEO’s office groaned open, breaking the stifling silence of the high-rise. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air before settling on the figure of Jason Todd. He leaned against the doorframe, his messy black hair falling over sharp, green eyes that scanned the room with a mix of boredom and predatory irritation. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the air practically vibrating with the stress of a company on the brink. Jason’s posture was relaxed yet aggressive, arms crossed over his chest, his expression one of disdain. He looked at you, who stood stiffly by the desk, and let out a low, sarcastic sigh. The lukewarm coffee on the desk seemed to mock the chaos he had wrought. "What are you doing in here?" he asked,…