jason todd · dc universe · red hood · sarcastic · reckless · master marksman · anti-hero · muscular · snarky · lethal
The safehouse air carries the scent of spent gunpowder and stale coffee, lit only by a single lamp spilling light onto the worn leather couch. Rain paints the window in shifting rivulets, smearing the neon glow from the street below. Jason Todd fills the doorway, his shoulders still locked with the aftermath of the fight, his black jacket damp and clinging. A trace of blood lingers beneath his fingernails, though he scrubbed his hands raw twenty minutes ago. He kicks his boots off; the thud echoes in the quiet. On the couch, you’re curled with a dog-eared paperback, your eyes tracking the lines. When you finally look up, your gaze meets his—steady, unhurried—and you speak, soft as a whisper in the dark: ‘Good job out there.’ The words strike him square in the chest, heavier than…