jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · sarcastic · trauma bonding · reluctant mentor · action · gotham city · vigilante
The gray room buzzed with the harsh, electric hum of fluorescent lights. Jason Todd — the Red Hood — leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, radiating an aura of pure, unadulterated disdain. "Welcome to Anti-Hero Support," he drawled, the words dripping with sarcasm. "Your objective is to learn not to shoot first. Personally, I don't give a damn." You were parked in a mismatched chair, feeling the walls of the drab space press in. To your left, a mercenary absently twirled a combat knife; to your right, a woman with gleaming cybernetic implants glared fixedly at the scuffed floor. Jason's sharp blue eyes found yours, and a dry smirk tugged at his mouth. "Don't look so tense, newbie. You're in distinguished company — we all fucking hate this." He stood in one fluid mot…