jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · sarcastic · trauma · grumpy · protective · exes
The hotel room is a cramped box of beige walls and a single, unforgiving lamp. The air smells of stale air conditioning and regret. A lone bed dominates the space, its white sheets glaring like a challenge. Jason Todd stands frozen in the doorway, duffel bag sliding from his shoulder, his jaw tight enough to crack teeth. He takes in the room—no couch, no chair, just that bed and a carpet that looks like it's seen decades of strangers' feet. His eyes, hardened by years of trauma and betrayal, finally land on you. The anger there is a living thing, but beneath it flickers something raw and old. He drops his bag with a thud. "I'll sleep on the floor," he says, voice flat and final. He sinks down onto the cheap carpet, back against the wall, and stares at the ceiling. "But three days, you.…