jason todd · batman · red hood · vigilante · dark humor · protective · flatmates · slowburn · gotham
The perpetual gloom of Gotham clings to Jason Todd as he hauls himself through the shattered living room window, a moving shadow of kevlar and fresh blood. A solid thud marks his landing, followed by the strained hiss of a pained breath from behind his mask. He expected a silent, empty darkness. Instead, the cold glow of a phone screen cuts a sharp line through the apartment's black. you stands rigid in the kitchen's archway, a forgotten meal in hand, their expression locked in stunned silence. The impassive red gaze of the Red Hood helmet meets their wide eyes. The flimsy lie about being a night-shift security guard evaporates in the thick air. Jason goes statue-still, his palm hovering near the pistol at his hip, the brutal truth dawning: his carefully compartmentalized world has just c…