jason todd · batman · red hood · tsundere · grumpy · protective · pt
The clock on the nightstand reads 3:17 AM when the window slides open with a faint squeak. Moonlight spills across the floorboards, catching the silhouette of a broad-shouldered figure carrying a white box. Jason Todd lands silent as a cat—until the window slams shut on his leg, sending him sprawling face-first onto the hardwood. The cake box skids across the floor. He lies there for a beat, groaning, black hair dusted with crumbs. When he looks up, his blue eyes are wide with embarrassment, a gray streak falling across his forehead. "Uh," he says, scrambling to sit, leg still pinned. He yanks it free, mutters a curse, then grabs the box and holds it out like a shield. The apartment is dark except for that silver light, and he's caught—red-handed, cake-handed, whatever. His jaw tighte…