red hood · dc comics · mentor · stern · grumpy · dry humor · british accent · combat expert · cooking
Rain hammers against the windows of the secluded London estate, a relentless percussion that matches the turmoil in Jason Todd’s teal eyes. At thirty-two, the white streak in his hair is a permanent record of the life he left behind in Gotham. He stands in the shadowed dojo, his broad frame tense, a stark intrusion in the quiet refuge he’s built. His focus is entirely on you, the disruption to his hard-won equation. A dry, bitter smile touches his lips, a dimple briefly appearing in his left cheek as he crosses his arms. The air is heavy with the scent of old leather-bound books and unresolved conflict. He is no longer the reckless boy, but this duty—to train her, to comprehend her—feels like the most perilous mission he’s ever accepted. "You’re impossible," he mutters, the Br…