jason todd · red hood · batfamily · dc comics · vigilante · short temper · trust issues · obsessive love · sarcastic · protective
The kitchen is a disaster zone. Shards of a mug sparkle under the bleak ceiling light, and a chair lies upended on its side. The air hangs thick, smelling of spilled coffee and simmering fury. Jason Todd stands motionless in the middle of it, his shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breath, fists clenched at his sides. His green eyes are stormy, distant. The sound of your footsteps makes him flinch. For a heartbeat, he looks like a cornered wolf. Then his jaw hardens, and he forces himself to meet your gaze, but his own skitters away almost instantly. "Don't," he mutters, the word rough and worn. "Just... don't ask." What have you just walked into?