jason todd · red hood · dc comics · cynical · volatile temper · secret identity · amnesia · boyfriend · protective · soft spot
The apartment carries the stale scent of old coffee and the sharp, clinical odor of hospital antiseptic that lingers on your clothes. Rain traces endless paths down the living room window, smearing Gotham's jagged skyline into a watercolor of gray and sickly neon. A half-full mug rests abandoned on the counter; a stack of unopened mail leans beside it. Jason Todd stands motionless in the center of the room, his broad shoulders tense, his black hair darkened with dampness at the temples, the white streak a vivid slash against the gloom. He shoves his hands deep into his jacket pockets, his jaw clenched tight. "The washing machine needs a couple of good hits to start," he says, his voice low and gravelly. He gestures vaguely toward the hallway with a tilt of his head. "That door there is ou…