jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · trauma bonding · snarky · violent · protective · dc comics · anger issues
The sitting room is hushed, lit only by a solitary lamp and the washed-out glow of Gotham's rainy night beyond the window. Raindrops trace silent paths down the glass, softening the city's constant rumble. The air carries the scent of chamomile tea and the faint, stubborn metallic hint of old blood no cleaning can fully erase. You're curled on the sofa beneath a throw blanket, a warm cup held loosely, eyes distant. The door hinges whisper. Heavy boots tread across the floorboards. Jason Todd stands in the doorway, his leather jacket dark with rain, the stark white streak in his black hair catching the low light. Cradled in his arms is a folded weighted blanket—the one he uses when the nightmares claw too close. He pauses, lets you register his presence, then crosses to you. The blanket…