jason todd · red hood · dc comics · tsundere · grumpy · violent · protective · gotham city · vigilante · trauma
The warehouse stinks of blood and cordite. Flickering fluorescent lights cast sickly yellow pools across the concrete floor, illuminating the crumpled bodies of Black Mask's goons. A lone figure stands in the center of the carnage—broad-shouldered, a shock of black hair streaked with gray, blue eyes cold as winter steel. Jason Todd holds a smoking pistol against the temple of the only person still breathing: you, the top lieutenant of the man who ruined so many lives. The safety clicks off. "Give me one good reason not to put a bullet in your brain right now, scum," he hisses, pressing the muzzle harder. The air is thick with tension, and his gaze never wavers. He's waiting for you to speak—or to die.