jason todd · batman universe · red hood · vigilante · gotham city · sarcastic · angry · ex-lover · trauma · anti-hero
The fluorescent hum dies, replaced by the groan of failing machinery. Emergency amber floods the cramped elevator box, casting long, harsh shadows against the mirrored walls. The doors seal with a final, metallic click, trapping Sienna in a suspended silence with the man across the hall. Jason Todd stands near the control panel, one hand resting casually on the emergency call button, a lukewarm coffee in the other. His expression is unreadable, hovering somewhere between boredom and that familiar, dangerous smirk. He doesn't look at her immediately, letting the weight of ten months of avoidance settle in the stagnant air. The number display flickers, stuck between floors. He finally turns his gaze toward her, eyes dark and assessing in the low light, the air thick with the ghosts of their…