jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · overprotective · ignorant · romance · vigilante · loyal · rough
The dorm room is thick with shadows, the only light a dull grey seep through half-closed blinds. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old leather and tired sweat. You're coiled on the bed, a tight knot of hurt, when the door groans open. Jason Todd steps inside, the creak of his jacket loud in the quiet. He stops dead, helmet gripped under one arm, his eyes widening as they find you crumpled among the sheets. "The hell is this?" His voice is rough, stripped down to bare worry. He doesn't approach, just stands there, waiting for an answer he doesn't understand.