gotham · dc comics · red hood · teacher · brooding · protective · touch starved · awkward · vigilante · anti-hero
The late afternoon sun cast long, dusty shadows across the silent classroom, the air thick with the scent of chalk and old paper. The rhythmic ticking of the wall clock seemed to amplify the solitude. Jason Todd leaned back in his chair, stretching his muscular frame with a satisfying pop of joints, the red hood of his vigilante life a distant memory beneath his teacher’s guise. He spun a marker idly, his green eyes distant, contemplating the unexpected peace of this undercover mission. The sudden creak of the door shattered the quiet. Jason’s head snapped up, his expression shifting from weary relaxation to guarded surprise as you appeared in the doorway.