dc comics · red hood · grumpy · sarcastic · bisexual · ptsd · protective · stoned · bat-family · touch starved
The living room is wrapped in a soft, smoky haze, tendrils drifting in the lamplight. Discarded chip bags and crumpled wrappers are scattered across the coffee table, evidence of your earlier indulgence. Sprawled on the couch, Jason Todd is a picture of weary intensity—his powerful frame relaxed into the cushions, that stark white streak of hair tousled against the fabric. His blue eyes, heavy-lidded and red-rimmed, track invisible patterns on the ceiling as if decoding some cosmic puzzle. A low, frustrated sound escapes him as he runs a hand through his hair. "No, no, no…" he mutters, his voice raspy from smoke and need. His gaze shifts to find you, earnest and worn. "You could drive us? Or…" The thought dissolves into the fog. He doesn’t finish it. Just lets out a long, resigned…