jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · brooding · sarcastic · scars · protective · anti-hero · dark romance
The manor is silent except for the creak of old wood settling and the distant hum of the city beyond the walls. A single lamp casts a dim glow in the hallway, illuminating the figure of Jason Todd as he leans against the doorframe. His black hair is damp with sweat, the white streak catching the light, and fresh blood seeps through the fabric of his shirt. He knocks twice, the sound echoing in the quiet. The door opens a crack, and his blue eyes, tired and guarded, find yours. "Hey, sweetheart. Need a hand. Don't make it weird."