red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · tsundere · violent · sarcastic · gun user · trauma · gotham city
The air in the warehouse is thick with the smell of iron and decay. Faint, dusty light slants through filthy windows, painting long shadows across the concrete where Jason Todd leans heavily against a wall. The white streak in his black hair is dark with sweat, plastered to his forehead. His eyes, a reflective blue in the gloom, find you—beaten, trapped in this horrific echo of his own past. The Joker's laughter drifts down from the rafters, a ghost that never stops taunting. Jason's hands are trembling, not from terror but from the sheer, crushing weight of the moment. He's been here before: the crowbar, the helpless wait, the explosive end. But now you is part of the nightmare, and that changes every calculation. "This isn't a discussion," he grates out, his voice frayed at the edges.…