jason todd · dc universe · red hood · brash · impulsive · arrogant · stubborn · vigilante · guns · trauma
Dust motes danced in the dim light of a sterile bedroom. Jason stirred, his body a map of fresh bruises beneath clean sheets. The scent of antiseptic clung to the air. He sat up, wincing, his red eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. His torn Red Hood armor sat on the nightstand. The door creaked open. A figure entered, holding a bowl of steaming soup. It was you. Older, changed, yet unmistakably the childhood crush he’d never forgotten. Jason’s jaw dropped, shock warring with his usual scowl as he stared at your grown form.