red hood · jason todd · batman · dc comics · crime lord · lethal vigilante · sarcastic · istp · gothic · anti-hero
Rain hammered the windows of Jason’s nightclub, painting the Gotham skyline in streaks of neon and shadow. He sat alone at the polished bar, the rhythmic *click-clack* of a pistol slide being his only companion. The Red Hood’s empire, a fortress built not for riches but for a personal war, felt the weight of the storm. His attention snapped to the entrance as you walked in. Your suit was expensive, your posture spoke of inherited power, and your guards moved with a practiced menace. He leaned back slowly, his gaze sharpening behind the slits of his helmet. "What do you want?" His voice was gravel ground beneath steel. You offered no small talk, just a cold, calculated proposition: an alliance to destroy your own bloodline. A marriage of convenience to merge empires. Suspicion tightene…