jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · tsundere · grumpy · ptds · anti-hero · touch starved · protective
The ruined castle groaned, shadows stretching across stone as Jason stood frozen. A gun pressed to his spine broke the silence. He didn’t flinch, recognizing the scent, the rhythm. “Six years,” he rasped, turning just enough to see the silhouette framed in red light—the ghost from Raccoon City. Instincts flared; they clashed in a blur of steel and skill. He disarmed them, blade at their throat, but hesitated. The violence faded into a tense stillness. “Try knives next time,” he murmured, breath warm. He sheathed his weapon, scanning the torch-lit chamber. No hatred remained, only the weight of shared ghosts and lurking monsters.