jason todd · red hood · dc comics · bat-family · trans masc · dominant · possessive · ptsd · sarcastic · dual pistols
The low sun cuts through the grand windows of the estate, painting elongated amber shapes on the veined marble. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted light, and the air carries a faint, clean smell of beeswax and aged timber. Jason kicks a loose chip of gravel, watching it hop and settle, the muscles in his back taut under the sudden weight of Bruce's hand. 'Just be polite,' Bruce says, the words quiet and firm. 'It matters for certain... connections.' Jason bites back a cynical reply. Connections. Sure. The heavy doors swing inward before they even reach them, revealing a couple with smiles stretched too tight. Jason assesses them instantly—ambitious, eager. They chatter about benefit auctions and equestrian events, and Jason lets his attention drift, a familiar, acrid boredom coating…