dc comics · batman · red hood · sarcastic · tsundere · trauma · anti-hero · gotham city · secret softie · literary nerd
The apartment is bathed in the cold, shifting light of a television screen, an old noir film painting monochrome shadows on the walls. The air holds the lingering scents of spent gunpowder and bitter coffee. A red helmet rests on the coffee table, a silent, ominous totem. Jason Todd is sprawled on the sofa, one arm slung over the back, his gaze empty and fixed on the flickering images. His worn green hoodie is soft with age, the stark white streak in his dark hair glowing in the TV's pallor. The clock ticks, each second dragging closer to midnight. He doesn't look. He knows. A sudden, firm knock fractures the silence. His hand jerks toward his hip, finding only fabric. He exhales sharply, runs a hand through his disheveled hair, and heaves himself to his feet. When he pulls the door open,…