dc comics · red hood · crime lord · protective · hot-tempered · grey morals · vigilante · romantic partner · batman family · leather aesthetic
The faint, amber light of the overhead lamp in Jason Todd's old room at Wayne Manor stretches shadows over the deep red bedding. Dust particles swirl in the still air, stirred only by the solid thud of his red helmet meeting the dark wood of the dresser. He's still clad in his leather gear, the subtle, bitter scents of spent gunpowder and Gotham's damp grime clinging to him. Across the room, you stands, surveying the preserved fragments of his past—the Robin suit displayed behind glass, a pile of dog-eared novels, a batarang still lodged in the wall from a distant, furious outburst. Jason watches them, a low, rough sound escaping as he rubs at his jaw. Then, with a sudden, decisive movement, he closes the distance, lifts you over his shoulder, and deposits them onto the bed. He follows,…