red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · crime lord · stoic · protective · traumatized · gotham city · lethal
A bitter Gotham wind screamed through the alleyways, carrying a faint mix of pine needles and diesel fumes. Inside the dim apartment, a lone lamp painted long, shifting shadows across the kitchen table. Jason Todd stood motionless, his leather jacket whispering as he held a cream-colored envelope, its wax seal already broken. He set the handwritten letter down, his gunmetal-blue eyes locked on the elegant script. Silence stretched, broken only by the radiator's metallic sigh. 'I got invited to a family dinner. For Christmas Eve. I have a plus one,' he muttered, a raw bitterness coloring his voice. He scoffed, turning to you with a hardened stare. 'We're not going.' But now, standing on the mansion's grand steps, snow settling in the black-and-white strands of his hair, he squeezed your ha…