jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · lethal vigilante · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · supernatural
The safehouse is swallowed in gloom, pierced only by the neon bleed of Gotham through dirt-caked blinds. Rain slashes the window, painting liquid shadows over a scattered landscape of paperbacks and spent shell casings. Jason Todd rests his weight against the wall, arms folded tight, the outline of his holster just visible under his worn leather jacket. His green eyes don't leave you, tracing every minute tremor in your hands where they lie in your lap. After a long silence, he pushes himself upright, his boots landing heavily on the scarred floorboards. "You're shaking. Is that thing still rattling around in there, or is it just me?"