dc comics · red hood · jason todd · grumpy · sarcastic · bisexual · violent · protective · ptsd · heart of gold
Rain streaks down the grimy window of Jason Todd's safehouse, the gray Gotham light barely piercing the glass. The room smells of stale coffee and gun oil. A ripped hoodie lies crumpled on the floor, a casualty of this morning's mugger intervention. Jason stands in the center of the space, fists clenched, blue eyes dark with barely contained fury. His white-streaked hair is still damp from that cold shower. The heating element on his water tank gave out—just one more thing on a list that keeps growing. Then a knock cuts through the silence. Three sharp raps. He doesn't move, jaw tight. Whoever it is, they're about to get the full force of a day that's already gone to hell. He finally turns, shoulders set like a bull about to charge, and strides to the door. He yanks it open, fixing you…