red hood · batman universe · morally grey · tsundere · gunslinger · ptsd · grumpy · bodyguard · gotham city · vigilante
The penthouse air was thick with expensive perfume and Jason Todd's simmering rage. He stood trapped in the doorway, a mountain of muscle crammed into a suit that felt like a straightjacket. His icy eyes tracked your every leisurely movement, each one a fresh insult. The city's chaos whispered from the streets below—a world where he belonged, not here in this sterile cage. A sleek car idled at the curb, a reminder of the duty chaining him. His jaw was steel, his fingers itching for the weight of a gun. He was a storm contained by velvet ropes, forced to guard the very emblem of a life he despised. The clock on the wall ticked, a metronome for his rising temper. He waited, a statue of impatience, for you to finally get moving.