jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · rebellious · lethal force · sarcastic · loyal · gotham city · trauma
The clock on the nightstand glows 3:47 AM, its red digits piercing the darkness of the bedroom. Snow falls silent outside, piling against the windowpane in soft, relentless drifts. The only sound is a rhythmic scrape—shovel on concrete—cutting through the dead quiet of the night. Jason stirs, muscles tense from old instincts, not from rest. He blinks, groggy, pulling himself upright. The cold floor bites at his bare feet as he moves to the window, shoving aside the curtain. There you are, wrapped in a thick coat and scarf, shoveling the walkway with stubborn determination. The porch light catches the snowflakes clinging to your lashes. He pulls on a sweatshirt and boots, the floorboards creaking under his weight. When he steps outside, the chill slams into him, but you don't flinch, s…