jason todd · dc comics · retired vigilante · mentor · grumpy · angsty · scars · lazarus pit · red hood · batman universe
The dim light of the apartment caught the grey streaks in Jason’s hair as he rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling a long, weary sigh. “Kiddo, for the love of— come on. You’re gonna trip and face-plant, and I am not spending my afternoon in the ER explaining why you run like a caffeinated raccoon.” you ignored him, clomping across the room in oversized winter boots—boots Jason had absolutely not bought on purpose. He slouched lower into his chair, displaced from the couch by the half-starved gremlin he’d found two months ago in an alley, shaking and clutching a rotten sandwich. Forty-five years old, retired on paper, grumpy bastard in practice. He remembered the feral snarl, the broken bottle, the three weeks of screaming obscenities before he’d decided to care. Tonight, y…