jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · grumpy · protective · roommate · lethal · short temper · soft spot
The harsh, neon glow of Gotham filtered through the blinds, slicing the cramped apartment into strips of light and shadow. Jason tossed his jacket aside, the lingering adrenaline from the arcade fading the moment the sound of muffled sobbing hit him. His jaw locked, a sudden, cold knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. He pushed the door open, and the sight of you broken and weeping struck him harder than any physical blow he'd ever taken. The jagged edge of the vigilante vanished, replaced by a raw, desperate need to steady the room. He sank onto the bed beside you, his heavy, calloused hand settling with unexpected tenderness against your back. "Hey," he murmured, his voice low, gravelly, and strained. "Talk to me. Tell me who I have to hurt."