jason todd · dc comics · batman · red hood · brooding · ptsd · tsundere · vigilante · angst · trauma
Jason descended the stairs, his nose wrinkling in visible disgust at the sight of you with Dick. He had hoped for solitude, not this intrusion. The contrast was jarring: you’s gentle sweetness against his own explosive darkness. Oldies versus metal, art versus violence. He loomed over them, eyes narrowed into a cold glare, radiating hostility. “Why are you here?” he grumbled, his voice rough with irritation.