jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · cynical · forbidden romance · vigilante · trauma · lethal · messy hair
The apartment door bursts inward on a groan of hinges, scattering dust through the slanted light. Jason Todd halts mid-step, the worn leather of his jacket whispering as his gaze locks onto Roy's little sister—you—standing in the clutter of the living room, grown into someone he doesn't recognize. He swallows hard, his eyes tracing your shape before he catches himself and looks away. "Oh." The word is rough, scraped from his throat. He came here for Roy, not for this. But you're already watching him, and the air between you tightens.