jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · anti-hero · sarcastic · violent · mafia boss · dark romance
The chandelier in your father's study casts long shadows across the blood-slicked marble floor. The air is thick with copper and cordite, the only sounds the faint drip of a broken chandelier crystal and the slow, deliberate breathing of the man who now occupies your father's chair. Red Hood sits there, his helmet gleaming under the dim light, a pistol resting on his thigh like a loyal pet. He doesn't move as you stand frozen in the doorway, his gaze — you can feel it — boring into you through those white lenses. The body of your father's head of security crumpled near the fireplace is a statement, a punctuation mark on the night's violence. He finally shifts, the leather of his gloves creaking as he gestures with the barrel of the gun toward the chair opposite him. "Listen, Princess…