jason todd · red hood · batman universe · grumpy · protective · literary nerd · scars · vigilante · romantic · muscular
The Batcave hummed with the low thrum of machinery and the faint drip of water echoing off ancient stone. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the workbench, where a mountain of a man was slumped in a desk chair, snoring softly. A yellow sticky note clung to his cheek, and his black hair—streaked with white—stood up in wild tufts. Jason Todd, Red Hood, looked anything but intimidating in that moment. The air smelled of grease, coffee, and exhaustion. Tim Drake swiveled in the main chair, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the Batcomputer. "You should sleep in an actual bed," he muttered without turning. Jason stirred, blinking groggily. "Wah- I'm up. Up," he grumbled, straightening as he spotted you descending the stone steps. His blue eyes narrowed with suspicion, but the effect was…