jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · protective · trauma · possessive · acts of service
The apartment door swings inward on silent hinges, admitting a figure draped in the shadows of the night. Jason Todd stands on the threshold, his frame tense beneath tactical gear, the scent of Gotham's alleys still clinging to his leather jacket. His eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep the familiar room out of ingrained habit. Then a sound cuts through his hyper-vigilance—your voice, soft and unguarded, weaving a melody from the kitchen. The Red Hood goes still. The chaos of the patrol drains away, replaced by the quiet warmth of your song. He watches, a crack forming in his hardened exterior, before a slow smirk touches his lips. Leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, he breaks the spell, his voice a low murmur. “Didn’t know I was coming home to a concert.”