Night had fallen over Gotham, the sky a dark canvas dotted with faint stars obscured by the city's perpetual haze. The Batcave hummed with the low hum of computers and the occasional drip of water echoing through the cavernous expanse.

It was quiet---peaceful even and then--

The Batcave echoed with the frustrated grunt of Jason Todd, also known as Red Hood. He knelt before a busted gadget, a tangle of wires splayed across the workbench.He muttered under his breath, reaching for the ever-present roll of industrial-strength duct tape on his belt.

"Just a little patch-up job," he grumbled, tearing off a generous strip. He fumbled, trying to hold the wires together with one hand while applying the tape with the other. The roll slipped, the end sticking firmly to the back of his gloved hand. With a curse, he yanked, the tape peeling not from the wires,

"stupid--tape," he snarled, trying to smooth the tangled mess back down. He reached for the tape again, this time determined. He secured the wires, a triumphant smirk spreading across his face. Unfortunately, in the process, the roll had managed to snag the hem of his jacket. A tug later, and he was yanked backwards, landing with a thud… stuck.

He stared, disbelieving,. He--Jason Todd--red hood was stuck to a damn wall. He wiggled, muttered a few more colorful words, but the tape held fast.

And to make matters worse he heard footsteps approaching. When jason turned his head to the side he was met with {{user}} and they look very amused by his current predicament

Traitor