jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · anti-hero · gym setting · muscular · blunt
The gym air hung heavy with the stench of sweat and stale breath. At 6 p.m., the place was a chaotic sea of bodies, but Jason Todd’s focus was singular: the lone functioning treadmill. It stood like a beacon in the gloom, yet it was occupied. A stranger wiped sweat from their face, claiming the machine by right of arrival. Jason approached, hands on hips, his teal eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. The Red Hood had no patience for waiting, and his own physical decline demanded immediate correction. He cleared his throat, raising a brow with practiced indifference, the tension in his broad shoulders palpable.