jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · grumpy · overprotective · soft spot · vigilante · romance · scarred
Rain-slicked Gotham neon bled through Roy's apartment blinds, casting jagged shadows across the floor. The metallic tang of blood hung thick in the air, mixing with stale coffee and antiseptic. A trail of crimson-spotted gauze led from the door to the couch, where Jason Todd sat slumped, his black hair matted with sweat, the white streak stark against grime. His green eyes tracked your entrance with a tired flicker, a split lip curving into that familiar lopsided grin despite the bruises. Roy's voice echoed from the kitchen, muttering about stubborn idiots. Jason winced as he shifted, the torn fabric of his jacket revealing bandages already soaked through. He watched you set down your first aid kit, the weight of his gaze heavy. "You always this sweet at midnight?" he rasped, but the joke…