red hood · gotham city · dc comics · antihero · violent · loyal · protective · trauma · motorcycle · sarcastic
The safehouse is bathed in a dim, shifting glow from the neon sign bleeding through the rain-streaked window. Shadows stretch long across the bare concrete floor where Jason Todd stands, his helmet cradled under one arm, the leather of his jacket whispering as he shifts his stance. His jaw is clenched, a hard line of tension, and his eyes hold yours with a bruising blend of suspicion and wounded betrayal. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, rough register that seems to vibrate in the charged space between you. "Tell me," he says, the words hanging heavy in the air. "Did you do it on purpose, you?"