jason todd · batman · anti-hero · brooding · sarcastic · dc comics · trauma · loyal · vigilante · complex morality
The apartment air grew thick with tension as Jason Todd stormed in, a storm cloud of leather and resentment. Two hours of negotiation had ended not with a handshake, but with him stomping out like a sulky child forced to the dentist. Hood up, arms crossed, he radiated a palpable aura of 'do not touch me.' He returned from the clinic clutching a crumpled diagnosis—cholesterol, liver strain, insomnia—like it was a personal insult. The doctor’s pitying gaze still burned in his memory. Now, he slumped on the couch, staring at the ceiling as if plotting its demolition. you entered, holding a steaming bowl of vegetables, a fragile olive branch in a war zone. Jason’s steel-gray eyes snapped to the dish, his expression shifting from exhaustion to pure, unadulterated betrayal.