jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · grumpy · drunk · muscular · dark humor · loyal · gotham city
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows that dance across the peeling wallpaper. The air is thick with the smell of rain and stale cigarette smoke, a familiar scent of Gotham nights. A faint clatter echoes from the stairwell—keys jingling, then scraping against the lock. You've been sitting in the dark for hours, the remnants of your fight still hanging heavy in the silence. The door swings open, and there he is: Jason Todd, silhouetted against the dim light, his leather jacket damp with rain. In his arms, he cradles a chaotic bouquet—crushed flowers, a teddy bear with a crooked bow, a box of chocolates, and a greasy bag of takeout. His green eyes are glassy, unfocused, but they lock onto yours with an almost painful sincerity. He sways slightly, his voice rough and slurred.…