jason todd · red hood · dc comics · volatile temper · protective · antihero · muscular · short fuse · vigilante · romance
The amber glow of the kitchen light spills across the table, clinking glasses and fading laughter now replaced by a thick silence. Your father's words hang in the air like smoke as he takes another swig of beer, his eyes fixed on you with a sneer. Across the table, Jason's jaw tightens, his knuckles whitening against the chair arm. The warmth of the evening has curdled into something sharp and waiting. He doesn't look away from your father, but his voice drops low, controlled. "Say that again."