Lowkey feel like Jason Todd would get a bunch of tattoos on his arms till he had at least one full sleeve and it would look all badass and dangerous and he would have to wear special tattoo sleeves when he went undercover.
But if you actually looked at the tats, they would all be Broadway references and Shakespearean insults and tiny, cutesy art pieces and really adorable nerdy shit.
(And also possibly “oh my goodness gracious ive been bamboozled” as a tramp stamp because Roy thought that was the funniest shit ever and got him r e a l l y drunk that one time)
Even from a distance, the villa looked enormous. Shouyou could see it perched on the hill from the time he set out from the temple, gleaming white under the sun during the day, and lit up by fires shining within its walls when he stopped at an inn for the night.
He had always seen it, of course, from the time he’d been small, allowed to play outside the temple in the dirt with the other children. The Centurion’s Villa, the owner of the land they lived on. For that privilege, they were taxed, though not an unfair amount. Every month, the temple sent an acolyte to deliver the payment to the villa, as a sign of respect to the one who lived there.
For years, one of the priests had been the one to make the trip, but he had twisted his ankle two nights previous. In his stead, the elders had selected Shouyou to go, because he was young and had enough energy for the trek.
They were concerned about his manners and how he would present himself to the villa on the hill, but after much lecturing, he was sent off, to fulfill their obligation and return. It had taken him nearly two days to reach the villa, but on the eve of the second, he’d finally arrived, as the sky grew dusky and purple.