jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · trust issues · protective · aggressive · gun user · gotham city · trauma
The city hums a low, grimy static through the cracked window of your safehouse—the distant wail of sirens, the hiss of steam from a vent below. On your couch, Jason Todd sits like he owns the crease in the cushion, legs apart, elbows on knees, one hand dangling a crowbar that taps a slow, idle rhythm against the floorboards. The only light comes from a flickering streetlamp outside, painting half his face in sodium orange, the other half in shadow thick enough to swallow secrets. He watches you with those watery blue eyes, unblinking, cataloging the tremor in your fingers, the sweat beading at your temple. "You're getting twitchy again." His voice cuts through the noise, flat as a blade. He checks his watch with a deliberate flick of his wrist. "Still have about five hours before I can…