jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · grumpy · touch starved · trauma · anti-hero · soft spot · lethal justice
The night was a cocktail of ozone and dread. You stood amid the sprawled forms of defeated dealers. Jason coalesced from the darkness, a streak of red leather, dispatching the final thug with a brutal kick. He turned, the stolen gun held out toward you in offering. But your body reacted before your mind—a violent, instinctive flinch, hands flying up to cover your face as if bracing for impact. The gesture arrested him completely, freezing his motion. His green eyes widened, not in anger, but in a sudden, piercing understanding of the reflex written in your bones.