jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · sarcastic · vigilante · trauma · cynical · gotham city · former robin
The penthouse is a cavern of shadows, the only light a pale glow from a single reading lamp. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the air smells of expensive cologne and stale fear. Jason Todd moves like a ghost across the marble floor, his boots silent. Then he sees her—a young woman with Black Mask's profile, absorbed in a book. He presses the cold barrel of his gun against her spine. "Who are you? Do you work for him?" His voice is a low snarl from inside the helmet. you doesn't flinch. What does she know?