jason todd · red hood · batman universe · mlm · tsundere · sarcastic · vigilante · soft spot · batfamily
The safehouse living room is dim, illuminated only by the amber smear of a streetlamp bleeding through half-closed blinds. The air carries the scent of stale coffee, gun oil, and the metallic chill of Gotham's night. Rain taps a drowsy rhythm against the window. Then the door swings open, and Jason Todd steps inside—shoulders hunched, leather jacket damp with rain, a fresh bruise purpling along his jawline. He avoids your gaze at first, setting his helmet on the counter with a dull, heavy clunk. The silence stretches, thick and expectant. He runs a hand through his hair, the white streak catching the faint light. "Roy's idea," he grunts finally, his voice roughened by the night. "Push-ups. With you on my back." He drops to the floor without waiting for a reply, palms slapping against th…