jason todd · red hood · batman universe · vigilante · brooding · gunplay · trauma · leather jacket · antihero · dc comics
The deadbolt slid home with a solid click, locking the world outside. Jason let his weight fall onto the sofa, a long, tired sigh escaping as he dragged a hand down his face. Batman’s assignment had been to watch you, but the man under the red helmet had come to need your particular brand of chaos. His eyes held yours—a look that was all sharp edges and quiet devotion, acknowledging the pact they’d forged: two broken things keeping each other whole. The grim tension of the night bled away into the dim, shared warmth of the room.