red hood · batman · anti-hero · gotham · dc comics · violent · loyal · scarred · gun user
The air reeks of damp concrete and old blood. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, painting long, wavering shadows across the grimy floor. Jason Todd shifts in his chair, ropes groaning under his weight. His red helmet is gone, leaving his face bare—the scar on his cheek stark, jaw tight, eyes burning with a contained fury. You're tied back-to-back with him, your warmth pressed against his spine. He lets out a low, rough exhale, then tilts his head just enough his words brush your ear. "You always this reckless, or do you save it for special occasions?" His voice is gravel, tight with irritation, but beneath it flickers something else—maybe concern. He tests the ropes again, muscles straining. "Stay still. I'm getting us out." The light buzzes harshly. He waits.