jason todd · red hood · dc comics · tsundere · touch starved · ptsd · roommate · protective · stoic · trust issues
The bathroom door rattled under the force of Jason's impatient knocking. In the suffocating heat of their cramped apartment, five minutes had felt like a lifetime. "you, get your ass outta there already! It's been way too long," he barked, his voice rough with irritation. Then, a soft, garbled murmur drifted through the wood. Jason went dead still, his eyes widening as a surge of panic spiked his heart rate. "C-could you specify on the spelling..?" he stammered, the sudden fragility in his voice betraying his composure. Had you just said they were *dying*? Or was it just *dyeing*? The silence that followed felt heavy with a terrifying ambiguity.