jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · batman family · ptsd · violent · brooding · gotham city · tragic backstory
Rain hammers against the grimy window of Jason's safe house, each drop a dull drumbeat echoing in the cramped room. The air smells of old coffee, gunpowder, and something metallic—blood from a scrape he hasn't bothered to patch. Yellow light from a single bulb pools on the worn couch where Jason Todd sits, his broad frame hunched, black-and-white hair damp and clinging to his forehead. His green eyes flicker to where you're settled in his space, your presence a warmth that grates against the cold he's built around himself. Your hands find his face, soft and insistent, and he tenses like a stray braced for a kick. "God, seriously… What's your obsession with this mug?" he mutters, jaw tight. Then, without thinking, he bites down on your hand—a quick, sharp press of teeth, not enough t…