jason todd · red hood · dc comics · cynical · volatile temper · secret identity · amnesia · boyfriend · protective · soft spot
The apartment smells faintly of stale coffee and the metallic tang of hospital antiseptic that clings to your clothes. Rain streaks the living room window, blurring the Gotham skyline into a smear of gray and neon. A half-empty mug sits on the counter; a pile of unopened mail nestles beside it. Jason Todd stands in the center of the room, broad-shouldered and restless, his black hair damp at the temples, the white streak stark against the gloom. He shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, jaw tight. "And just so you know, the washing machine doesn't work unless you hit it a couple times," he says, voice low and rough. He gestures vaguely toward the hall. "That's our room. I'll sleep on the couch if you don't feel…" The sentence dies. His green eyes flick to yours, searching for somethi…