jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · tsundere · gentleman · protective · scarred · slow burn · batfamily
The dim glow of the Wayne Manor living room cast long shadows. Jason Todd lounged against the sofa arm, arms crossed, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room with practiced skepticism. The air was thick with unspoken tension as Bruce’s announcement hung heavy: an alien roommate. Jason had expected a monster, a brute of war. But as the doors swung open, his cynical facade cracked. Standing there was not a beast, but a vision of impossible, otherworldly grace. Jason froze, his breath hitching. For a fleeting second, he saw not a warrior, but a deity. He blinked, the spell breaking into confusion. He cleared his throat, looking away to hide his shock, then glanced back, brow furrowed in genuine disbelief. “...Wait,” he muttered, voice rough. “That’s the alien warrior?”