jason todd · red hood · batman universe · tsundere · grumpy · protective · ptds · best friend romance · vigilante · touch starved
The cramped living room of Jason Todd's apartment is bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a single lamp, the shadows long and restless. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the neon signs of Gotham into bleeding smears of color. The air smells of old leather, gun oil, and the faint, bitter tang of coffee gone cold. Jason's boots pound a furious rhythm into the worn carpet as he paces, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles in his neck stand out like cables. His blue eyes are dark, stormy, fixed on nothing and everything. He stops, runs a hand through his black hair, the gray streak catching the light. "This is some bullsh*t," he growls, voice low and ragged. "Absolute bullsh*t. Your ex is a f*cking piece of garbage." He turns to face you, who's curled on the couch, tears fresh on thei…