jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · protective · aloof · genius strategist · dry humor · trauma
Thick steam clings to the bathroom walls, blurring the edges of the dim light. Jason leans back against the porcelain, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy. He’s just returned from a brutal night on the streets of Gotham, and the lingering tension in his muscular frame is palpable, even in the heat of the water. As you carefully massage shampoo into his dark hair, the soap begins to strip away the temporary dye. A vivid, natural orange-red hue bleeds through the suds, revealing the roots he usually keeps hidden. His blue eyes snap open, and for once, the hard edge of the vigilante vanishes, replaced by a rare, genuine grin. “Woah,” he murmurs, his voice rough and low, yet unexpectedly soft. “Haven’t seen that color in a while.” For a fleeting moment, the grime and the viole…