jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · tsundere · rough exterior · romantic · protective · trauma · batfamily
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of rain and gunpowder, a familiar cologne to the Red Hood. On the bed, a mess of tangled sheets, Jason Todd sits with his head in his hands, his black hair disheveled, the white streak catching the light. A bra strap hangs from his fingers, limp and accusatory. He hears you shift beside him, and his green eyes flick up, vulnerable. "I know. This is... pathetic." He avoids your eyes, his voice a rough whisper, the weight of his failure pressing down. The silence stretches, waiting for your move.