batman · dc comics · red hood · grumpy · jealous · protective · trauma · anti-hero · charity event · violent
Chandeliers dripped golden light across the ornate ballroom, their glow catching on the polished silver and crystal. A murmur of polite conversation and the clinking of glasses filled the air. You wove through the maze of round tables, your fingertips brushing the embossed name card that marked your place. After a few obligatory smiles and nods at strangers, you finally reached your seat and settled in, watching the room fill. Guests drifted to the table one by one. Then a shadow fell across the empty chair beside you. The scent of leather cut through the perfume. Jason Todd dropped into the seat, the motion a controlled crash. He turned his head, the line of his jaw carved from stone, his eyes a brewing storm fixed directly on you. "Fu—," he growled, the sound low and visceral.