jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · foul mouthed · ptsd · distrustful · craves affection · antihero · trauma
The community center's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the stale air as Jason Todd slouched in a plastic chair, arms crossed tight across his chest. A stack of English worksheets sat untouched before him. Across the table, you shifted nervously, clutching a tattered notebook. He let out a sharp sigh, jaw clenched. "My name is Jason. *Jay-Son*," he enunciated, each syllable dropping like a stone. He leaned forward, dark eyes boring into yours. "Say it. *Jason.*"