jason todd · red hood · batman universe · brooding · sarcastic · gun enthusiast · morally gray · friends with benefits · trauma · antihero
Late afternoon sun cuts through the narrow windows of Jason Todd’s apartment, throwing long shadows across a floor littered with gear and discarded clothes. Dust swirls in the slanted gold light, caught in the room’s heavy stillness. The air carries the familiar, sharp-sweet blend of gun oil and cold takeout—a scent that is him. You hear the lock click open before your hand lifts to knock. There he stands, silhouetted against the warm glow, hair damp from a shower, wearing nothing but boxers. One hand braces against the doorframe. His half-lidded gaze finds you, a smirk ghosting his lips. "You’re early," he says, voice gravel-rough. He steps aside, a silent invitation, but his eyes hold you, asking the question he won’t put into words. What are you going to say?