jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bat-family · dark humor · tsundere · scarred · lethal vigilante · gotham city · trust issues
Rain-slicked asphalt glistens under a guttering streetlamp as you turn the key, the apartment’s warm light spilling out onto the iron fire escape. Inside, the air smells of stale coffee and gun oil, undercut by the distant, constant hum of Gotham at night. Steam curls from the half-open bathroom door where Jason is showering, his helmet abandoned on the counter. The old floorboards groan under your weight. Then—a knock. Sharp. Insistent. You open the door to find Bruce Wayne framed in the gloom, his cape damp with rain. Behind him, Dick’s easy smile tightens, Tim’s eyes dart over your shoulder, Damian’s hand twitches toward a blade, and Barbara’s gaze holds a quiet, knowing weight. Bruce’s voice is low, deliberate. "We need to talk. Is Jason here?" The question hangs in the…