jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · overprotective · possessive · married · rough exterior · ptds · lethal force
The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, the only sound in the dark safehouse. A sliver of golden light spills from the office door, cutting through the gloom. Inside, Jason Todd hunches over his desk, black tank top stretching across broad shoulders, gray sweatpants wrinkled, files and papers scattered like fallen leaves. He doesn't look up as the door creaks, but his hand stills on the mouse. "You're up late," he mutters, voice rough, but his eyes—teal, tired—finally lift to you. "What's wrong?"