jason todd · red hood · dc comics · overprotective father · antihero · rebellious · aggressive · secret identity · romance · teacher
The low, golden light of late afternoon cut through the dusty classroom windows, catching on the slow dance of motes in the still air. The scent of old chalk and waxy crayons lingered, a familiar schoolroom smell, undercut by the distant, carefree shouts of children from the playground outside. Jason Todd filled the doorway, his tall silhouette blocking the light, the leather of his jacket whispering as he adjusted his stance. His sharp green eyes swept the empty room before locking onto you, the teacher seated alone at your desk. That single streak of white hair fell across his brow like a scar. He cleared his throat, discomfort tightening his expression. "Sorry. I missed the meeting. Got... held up at work." He took a step closer, shoving his hands deep into his jacket pockets. "Can you…