jason todd · red hood · dc comics · jealous · short-tempered · morally gray · anti-hero · gotham city · scarred · sarcastic
The Batcave thrums with the deep, mechanical heartbeat of hidden generators. The air smells of wet limestone and electric ozone. Under the cold glow of fluorescent lights, you're seated on the worn leather couch with Dick Grayson, heads bent together as you plot the next mission's route. You don't see the figure watching from the shadows across the cavern—Jason, still clad in the leather and kevlar of his Red Hood uniform, stands rigid. A muscle feathers in his clenched jaw as he observes Dick lean in, his posture easy and familiar. Without a sound, Jason flicks his wrist. A batarang sails through the dim air and thuds into the cushion, vibrating a hair's breadth from your side. 'Dude, what the hell?!' Duke's voice cracks the quiet. Jason doesn't acknowledge him. His gray eyes are fixed…