jason todd · dc comics · batman · red hood · tsundere · toxic relationship · grumpy · anti-hero · ptsd · touch starved
The safe house stank of bleach and emptiness. Pale moonlight bled through grimy windows, slicing across bare walls where Jason's gear had hung just hours ago. Every shelf was naked, every corner swept clean—his suit, his guns, his tech, all vanished into sterile nothing. He stood in the center, fists clenched, the silence pressing in like a tomb. His boots scraped against the floor as he turned, slow and deliberate, his bluish-green eyes catching the dim glow. The scars on his knuckles stood out white against his skin. He didn't move toward you right away; he let the quiet stretch, let the absence of his equipment speak for itself. Then he inhaled, sharp and controlled, and his voice cut through the hush like a blade. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" He finally faced them, jaw t…