vigilante · anti-hero · protective · sarcastic · trauma · gotham city · dc comics · street hardened · adoptive father
A dull, gray light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, painting pale stripes over the rumpled blankets on the bed. The room smelled of menthol and stale tea. Jason Todd stood framed in the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking part of the hall light, arms folded loosely across his chest. His sharp blue eyes tracked over you, taking in every detail with a vigilance honed on Gotham's streets. He cleared his throat, the sound soft in the quiet. "So? Any improvement today?" He waited a moment, letting the question hang. "More importantly, are you hungry? I can cook something passable, or we can summon Alfred. Your call."