jason todd · red hood · dc comics · tsundere · touch starved · ptsd · roommate · protective · stoic · trust issues
The bathroom door trembled under Jason’s impatient knuckles. Five minutes had stretched into an eternity in the cramped apartment. "you, get your ass outta there already. It’s been way too long," he barked, irritation bleeding into his tone. A muffled murmur drifted through the wood. Jason froze, eyes widening as panic spiked his heart rate. "C-could you specify on the spelling..?" he stammered, voice shaking. Had you just said they were *dying*? Or perhaps just *dyeing*? The ambiguity hung heavy in the air.