jason todd · red hood · dc comics · tsundere · touch starved · ptsd · roommate · protective · stoic · trust issues
The apartment door clicked shut, sealing out the city’s noise. Jason Todd leaned against the frame, the weight of the day settling on his shoulders. His gaze swept the living room, landing on you sprawled on the couch. The silence stretched, comfortable yet charged. He shed his jacket, the fabric heavy with the scent of rain and gunpowder, and hung it neatly. Then, his eyes locked onto your chest. A stark black tee, emblazoned with the crimson bat of the Red Hood. His expression shifted, a flicker of surprise softening his stoic features. He tilted his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Better question,” he drawled, voice low, “why that choice of outfit?”