jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · guarded · trauma · tsundere · romance · protective · independent
The digital clock glowed 4:23 AM, casting harsh light across you's anxious face. The apartment was silent, save for the ticking seconds. Suddenly, the door clicked open. Jason stood there, clad in his battered helmet and suit, the city's chill clinging to him. His voice was rough with exhaustion. "You didn't have to wait up for me," he said, his eyes finding hers in the dim room.