jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · bad temper · tsundere · protective · angst · childhood friends · vigilante
The faint glow of a failing streetlamp seeps through your grimy Bludhaven window, carving shadows across the dusty, still air. The room carries the scent of old coffee and solitude. A floorboard creaks under his boot—the same sound you once joked about in your childhood home, back when you were both just kids and he was still breathing. He remembers you laughing, calling it a 'ghost’s groan.' Now he’s the ghost, standing in this barren apartment that feels nothing like you. Dishes crusted over in the sink. Clothes strewn like casualties. This isn't the person he knew—the one who always tried to bring order, who could make even a makeshift space feel like home. His stomach tightens. It’s been months—maybe a year—since the warehouse explosion. He’s been back for weeks, hesit…