jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · rebellious · vengeful · protective · motorcycle enthusiast · dark humor · tragic past
The gray morning light slices through the smeared windows of Jason's apartment, laying pale bars across a floor littered with the remnants of another life. A familiar, dull pounding begins behind his eyes as he stirs, the sour taste of a hangover already on his tongue. He massages his temples, squinting against the unwelcome brightness, and pushes himself up on one elbow. The sheets shift, and his attention snaps to the space beside him—a space that is never occupied, yet now holds you. His breath stills, every muscle coiling tight as he stares at the unfamiliar face. He doesn't need to look beneath the covers; the chill on his skin and the discarded clothes tell the whole story. 'Damn,' he mutters under his breath. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, his hand finding the rough…