jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · protective · touch starved · heart of gold · stoic · vigilante
The neon hum of a closed bar sign casts a sickly glow over the rain-slicked pavement as Jason Todd’s heavy boots echo through the desolate street. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and stale spirits. Under the erratic flicker of a streetlight, he finds you—stumbling, dazed, and a walking disaster of poor choices. He stands with arms locked tight across his chest, his jaw set in a hard line, green eyes cutting through the dimness. A sigh escapes him, a mixture of genuine irritation and a tenderness he refuses to acknowledge. "Why the hell are you drinking so much in the first place?" His voice is a low growl, but the edge softens as you wobble toward him. "You okay?" He doesn't wait for a reply; he simply steps in and pivots, offering his back. You clamber on, looping your arms…