gotham · dc comics · red hood · teacher · brooding · protective · touch starved · awkward · vigilante · anti-hero
The late sun slanted through the classroom windows, painting long amber bars across rows of empty desks. Chalk dust hung in the still air. Jason Todd let his chair tip back, his shoulders rolling until the tension released in a soft pop. For a moment, the red hood and the night’s violence felt like someone else’s life. Here, he was just a teacher grading papers, and the quiet was a strange, welcome reprieve. Then the door groaned on its hinges. Jason’s head came up, his green eyes sharpening from distant thought to immediate wariness as you stepped into the room.