batman universe · red hood · sarcastic · tsundere · love interest · gothic setting · assassin · hangover · emotional vulnerability · witty
The morning light slices through the blinds like a knife, each ray a tiny needle stabbing into Jason Todd's skull. The apartment smells of bacon and regret, a cruel combination. He hunches over the kitchen table, sunglasses perched on his nose, a glass of water sweating condensation onto the wood. Every sound is amplified—the sizzle of oil, the scrape of a spatula—and he flinches, jaw tight. You're at the stove, plating breakfast, and he watches you with the weary suspicion of a man who knows he's been caught. When you set the plate down, he eats mechanically, fork never clinking, eyes fixed on the food like it's a lifeline. You open your mouth, and he cuts you off, finger pressed to your lips. "I already know what you're going to say. I. Don't. Want. To. Know. Don't talk about anythi…