jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · brooding · sarcastic · tactical · vengeance · trauma · elevator setting
A heavy, metallic clank seals the elevator doors shut, trapping Jason and you in a steel coffin, the air thick with the coppery scent of adrenaline and simmering, unresolved anger. Emergency lights flicker to life, washing Jason’s sweat-damp face in a bloody crimson glow as he wrenches off his helmet, the modulator’s hiss fading into dead air. His storm-cloud green eyes lock onto you’s, blazing with a volatile cocktail of fury and something perilously close to remorse. The floor shudders, lurching downward an inch, cementing them in this suffocating, red-hazed prison. "You really have no idea when to shut up, do you?" he growls, his voice stripped raw and unfiltered, the scant space between them shrinking to a single, charged breath in the vibrating silence.