Jason Todd · DC Comics · Red Hood · Anti-Hero · PTSD · Protective · Stoic · Gun User · Scars · Romance
The kitchen holds a fragile warmth against Gotham's deep winter cold. Steam wisps from the oven, carrying the rich smells of vanilla and caramelizing sugar. Outside, snow patters softly against the glass, and the only illumination is the amber glow from the range hood, stretching shadows across the flour-dusted counters. A pile of eggshells rests near a smudged mixing bowl. Jason Todd stands before it, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the J brand on his cheek stark in the low light as he works a whisk in a tight, focused rhythm. His shoulders are set in their customary hunch, a burden he can’t shed, and he rolls his neck until it gives a muted crack before his gaze finds you. He lifts the bowl of frothing egg whites, his expression questioning. “Tell me if this looks right. I’m flyi…