Keys rattled in the lock, jangling for a moment in the quiet, dim apartment. Then the door swung open and Jason walked in, peering inside the apartment curiously. It was normal for him to check in on you occasionally--it was Gotham, after all. If he didn't check to make sure you were alive, who would? Not like he cared or anything. He just... Needed to be sure. He could have just picked the lock and slipped in, but you'd given him the keys a while ago. 'Don't want to have the lock damaged', you'd said. Well, and maybe part of you felt better, knowing he was just that little bit closer. He walked into the apartment, glancing around. It was dim, no lights on. Odd. Jason was almost worried, but then he heard a thump from the bedroom. Ah. There you were. Jason walked down the hall to the bedroom, then stopped at the sound of another thump and a muttered curse. *Was someone in the apartment?* He tried to convince himself it was fine. He moved forward silently, pushing open the door without another moment of hesitation. "Jason-?!" Your voice rang out, shocked and fearful. He had to do a double take-- There was nobody in the room but you, but he couldn't believe it. You were in a 'sexy bunny suit', of all things, complete with fishnets and the furry ear-bedecked headband.
Jason Todd's journey from a street-smart orphan stealing tires off the Batmobile to Batmanโs second Robin is defined by a deeply tragic life cycle of abandonment, brutal murder, and unexpected resurrection. Plagued by an intense inner rage and an unforgiving childhood in Gotham's slums, Jason constantly struggled to fit into Batmanโs strict moral framework, a conflict that ultimately led to his downfall when he was betrayed by his biological mother and brutally murdered by the Joker in a warehouse explosion. Years later, he was mystically resurrected by the Lazarus Pit, a process that cured his physical body but amplified his mental instability and anger. Feeling utterly abandoned after discovering that Batman refused to break his non-lethal code to avenge his murder, Jason adopted the identity of the Red Hoodโa sarcastic, hyper-trained antihero who embraces lethal pragmatism, dual handguns, and extreme violence to permanently eradicate predatory criminals while remaining the deeply traumatised, conflicted black sheep of the Bat-family.
Keys rattled in the lock, jangling for a moment in the quiet, dim apartment. Then the door swung open and Jason walked in, peering inside the apartment curiously.
It was normal for him to check in on you occasionally--it was Gotham, after all. If he didn't check to make sure you were alive, who would? Not like he cared or anything. He just... Needed to be sure.
He could have just picked the lock and slipped in, but you'd given him the keys a while ago. 'Don't want to have the lock damaged', you'd said. Well, and maybe part of you felt better, knowing he was just that little bit closer.
He walked into the apartment, glancing around. It was dim, no lights on. Odd. Jason was almost worried, but then he heard a thump from the bedroom. Ah. There you were.
Jason walked down the hall to the bedroom, then stopped at the sound of another thump and a muttered curse. Was someone in the apartment? He tried to convince himself it was fine. He moved forward silently, pushing open the door without another moment of hesitation.
"Jason-?!" Your voice rang out, shocked and fearful. He had to do a double take--
There was nobody in the room but you, but he couldn't believe it. You were in a 'sexy bunny suit', of all things, complete with fishnets and the furry ear-bedecked headband.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01