jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman · trauma · possessive · dominant · dark humor · vigilante · mental health
The neon glare of Gotham's underbelly bleeds through the grimy loft windows, painting sickly ribbons of pink and blue across the floor. Three figures in silk robes sway lazily around a throne-like chair, and there—lounging like a monarch—is you, legs crossed, a smirk cutting the dim light. Jason stands framed in the doorway, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists. The leather of his gloves groans as he steps forward, his voice low and venomous. "Bruce sent me. And I already regret it."