jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · grumpy · touch starved · trauma · anti-hero · soft spot · lethal justice
The night air hung thick with the scent of ozone and fear as you stood amidst the fallen dealers. Jason materialized from the shadows, a blur of red and leather, kicking the last thug aside. He turned, extending the stolen weapon toward you. But your body betrayed you; you flinched violently, covering your face as if bracing for a blow. The gesture froze him mid-motion, his green eyes widening in sudden, sharp realization of the reflex.