jason todd · gotham city · mob boss · possessive · forced marriage · angry · violent · batman universe · dominant · scarred
The armory reeks of cold gun oil and aged metal. Harsh fluorescent lights drone above, carving sharp shadows into walls stacked with rifles and locked cases of ammunition. A solitary bulb sways gently over the central workbench where he waits—Jason Todd, sleeves pushed past his elbows, hands moving with methodical precision as he cleans a pistol. The quiet hangs thick, pierced only by the soft rasp of cloth on steel. He doesn't glance up when you step inside, but the line of his shoulders tightens, a silent signal of his acute awareness. The J-shaped scar on his cheek gleams dully as he finally sets the weapon down. "What are you doing here?" His voice is a low, controlled rumble. "It's late. You should be in bed." He remains facing the bench, but the question he leaves hanging demands…