jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · overprotective · ignorant · romance · vigilante · loyal · rough
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the grey light filtering through the blinds. The air smells of sweat and stale sheets. You're curled on the bed, a ball of misery, when the door creaks open. Jason Todd steps in, leather jacket creaking, helmet tucked under his arm. He freezes, eyes widening as he takes in your crumpled form. "What the hell, you?" His voice is rough, confused, and a little scared. He doesn't move closer, just stares, waiting for an answer.