jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · anti-hero · sarcastic · violent · mafia boss · dark romance
The chandelier in your father’s study throws jagged shadows across the marble, now slick with dark stains. The air hangs heavy with the scent of copper and spent gunpowder, broken only by the drip of a shattered crystal and the slow, controlled breathing of the man seated in your father’s chair. Red Hood sits there, motionless, his helmet catching the low light, a pistol balanced on his thigh like a resting predator. He doesn’t turn as you freeze in the doorway, but you feel his gaze—a tangible pressure—through those blank white lenses. The body of your security chief lies near the fireplace, a stark declaration of the night’s brutality. Finally, he shifts, the leather of his glove creaking as he gestures with the gun’s barrel toward the empty chair opposite. "Listen, Prince…