jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · sly · nervous · trauma · brooding · romance · chaotic
The apartment kitchen was a battlefield of good intentions gone wrong. Flour dusted the air like snow, settling on the shoulders of a man slumped against the cabinets. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, looked less like a vigilante and more like a deflated balloon. Burnt cookies sat in judgment on the table, and his Christmas sweater was a tapestry of sticky residue and haphazard repairs. When the lock clicked, he didn’t look up, just buried his face in his hands, a silhouette of defeat amidst the sugar and smoke.