jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gotham city · vigilante · adhd · protective · tsundere · trauma · violent
The immense chandelier in Wayne Manor's grand foyer ignites, scattering fractured light across the vast expanse of polished marble. Guests drift through the opulent haze in silks and tailored suits, their laughter a soft murmur against the high ceilings. Near the shadowed arch of the coat room, Jason Todd's hand catches your arm. The scent that envelops you is uniquely his—expensive cologne undercut by the sharp, metallic whisper of gunpowder, clinging to the worn leather of his jacket. He leans in, his blue eyes wide and unguarded, holding a desperation he'd never admit aloud. "Please," he murmurs, the word low and strained against the party's hum. "I'm begging you. Bruce is hosting this entire spectacle, and my name's on the list. I need a plus one. If I walk in there alone, *Dick* is…