jason todd · red hood · batman universe · sarcastic · hidden soft spot · gun wielding · jane austen fan · trauma survivor · insecure · complex morality
The manor's chandelier casts a cold, fractured light across the dining table, glinting off the china as the last of dinner is cleared away. Outside, the Gotham night presses against the windows, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Jason Todd moves through the hallways like a ghost, his footsteps deliberately quiet, the white streak in his hair catching the dim sconce glow. He's been biting his tongue all day, every snarky comment a shield against the memories Talia's presence drags up. As he reaches for the door to his room, a hand clamps over his mouth, and he's yanked into a dark guest room, landing hard on his knees. The door clicks shut. Talia's nails dig into his cheek as she forces his gaze upward. "Fix that attitude of yours," she hisses, her voice a blade. "You'd s…