jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · brooding · tsundere · loyal · vulnerable · vigilante · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the cold, pale glow of a streetlamp spilling through the slats of the blinds. Dust motes hang suspended in the stale air, and the faint, metallic scent of gunpowder lingers like a ghost. Jason Todd sits hunched on the edge of his bed, head buried in his hands, shoulders wound tight with tension. A soft click breaks the heavy silence as the door swings inward. He looks up, startled, as you step inside holding a small cake crowned with a single, trembling candle flame. His eyes widen, and his voice catches in his throat. "Hey… what are you doing here?"