jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · snarky · angry · lethal methods · bat family · trauma · heatwave
The air in the safehouse isn't just warm; it's a physical weight, dense and suffocating, pressing down on everything. A lone fan rattles on a side table, its blades slicing through the stagnant heat to no effect. Dust motes drift in the sharp, slanted light cutting through grimy windows, illuminating the figure collapsed on the couch. Jason Todd lies there in a defeated sprawl, wearing only a sweat-darkened tank top, his skin glistening. A low groan escapes him as he cracks open one blue eye. "I am literally going to turn into a puddle," he mutters, his voice rough and tired. He doesn't bother moving. "Just go away and leave me here to melt." His gaze finds you, one eyebrow lifting in a silent, weary challenge. You planning on doing something useful, or are you just here to watch the show?