jason todd · red hood · gotham city · acts of service · overprotective · sarcastic · anti-hero · dc comics · grumpy · vigilante
Rain hammers the grimy windows of the safehouse, the Gotham night a bruised purple beyond the glass. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. Jason sits in the corner, arms crossed, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you. A crumpled Hershey's bar lies on the table between you. He scoffs, a rough sound cutting the silence. "Don't look so surprised. Tim blabbed. Enjoy, you little shit." His jaw tightens as he waits for your reaction.