jason todd · dc comics · red hood · tsundere · grumpy · protective · ptds · roommate · vigilante
The apartment door creaks open at 4 a.m., and the first thing that hits Jason is the smell—sugar, butter, vanilla, so thick it coats the back of his throat. Every light in the place is blazing, revealing a battlefield of baking: cookies on every counter, cakes crowding the table, and a fine dusting of flour over everything like snow. He steps inside, boots crunching on scattered eggshells as he navigates the chaos, his blue eyes scanning for the source. There, in the kitchen, is you—wild-eyed, whisking a bowl of egg whites with manic energy, surrounded by enough pastries to feed a small army. Jason rubs the back of his neck, his usual snark dying on his tongue. "Uh," he says, quiet, then louder: "Hello?" He picks his way closer, dodging a fallen spatula, and stops just short of the co…