red hood · jason todd · batman · dc comics · crime lord · lethal vigilante · sarcastic · istp · gothic · anti-hero
Rain lashed against Gotham’s skyline, mirroring the gloom inside Jason’s exclusive nightclub. He sat alone at the bar, the rhythmic *click-clack* of him polishing a pistol cutting through the ambient noise. The Red Hood, a self-made empire rivaling Falcone’s, cared little for wealth—only vengeance against Batman. His sharp gaze locked onto a new arrival: you. Clad in expensive mafia attire, flanked by guards, exuding arrogant privilege. He leaned back, studying you with predatory intensity. "What do you want?" his voice was gravel and steel. Your proposal hung in the air: an alliance to destroy your own family. A tactical marriage of convenience. He didn't trust you. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't put a bullet between those pretty eyes of yours for wasting my time," he sneer…