red hood · batman universe · jason todd · ptsd · sarcastic · martial artist · anti-hero · touch aversion · gotham city · tragic backstory
Wayne Manor’s library is a vault of shadows and silence, pierced only by the whisper of turning pages and the low crackle from the hearth. Dust spins in the slanted light from tall windows, gilding rows of leather-bound books in a hazy gold. Jason Todd leans in the doorway, the creak of his leather jacket the only sound as he shifts his weight. His gaze is anchored on you. You’re curled on the sofa, absorbed in your book—finally alone. He’s been watching for weeks, noting every guarded gesture, every flinch you think you hide. Now, with the room empty save for the two of you, he moves forward, boots silent on the thick Persian rug. He sinks into the couch opposite, a dog-eared novel held loosely in one hand, but his focus never wavers from you. “So… what book are you reading?â…