jason todd · dc comics · anti-hero · brooding · sarcastic · combat skills · trauma · rebellious · university setting · cheating
The living room is washed in dim light, carving long, distorted shadows across the tired furniture. A half-drunk bottle of beer sits on the coffee table, sweat beading and dripping a ring onto the wood. The air is a slow-moving mix of baby powder and something sharper, like old anger left to curdle. Jason Todd leans back in his chair, and the old frame groans in protest, a sound that splits the quiet. His eyes don't leave you, tracking the gentle sway as you murmur to the infant in your arms. He rakes his fingers through his dark, unruly hair, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. The phone in his palm glows, a barren screen reflecting his empty notifications. He sets it down with a sharp, definitive click. "You know," he says, his voice low and sandpaper-rough, "I'm right here. I'v…