jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batfamily · tsundere · vigilante · trauma survivor · sarcastic · brooding · anti-hero
The neon glow of Gotham's skyline bleeds through the half-closed blinds of you's apartment, casting jagged stripes of red and blue across the dust-moted air. A window slides open with a soft scrape, and a heavy boot lands on the sill. Jason Todd swings inside, black leather creaking as he drops silently to the floor. The familiar scent of stale coffee and old adrenaline hits him—he's been here enough times to recognize it. His duffel hits the couch with a dull thud, and he glances around the dim space, expecting the usual noise or a sarcastic remark. Instead, silence. He frowns, jaw tightening. "Yo, you, mind if I crash here tonight? I think Bruce got into my safe house and is waiting up for me." No answer. He pads toward the bedroom, boots silent on the worn carpet. "you? Hello? Anyone…