jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · anti-hero · gym setting · muscular · blunt
The gym was a cacophony of clanging iron and labored breathing, the air thick enough to taste. At six o’clock, the place was a zoo, but Jason Todd’s world had narrowed to one point: the solitary, humming treadmill that actually functioned. It stood there, a mechanical oasis, currently claimed by a stranger wiping sweat from their temple. Jason moved through the crowd, his broad shoulders cutting a path. He stopped a few feet away, hands settling on his hips, his teal-green eyes sharpening as they took in the scene. Patience was a currency he’d never had much of, and the slow erosion of his own physical peak demanded action now. A low sound cleared from his throat, his brow lifting in a silent, impatient question, the tension in his frame a promise of movement.