jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · leather jacket · dark past · antihero
The last bell had rung hours ago, leaving the high school halls silent save for the hum of fluorescent lights. Outside, the autumn air carried the scent of rain and fallen leaves, and the streetlights cast long shadows across the quiet neighborhood. In a modest house on the corner, a single window glowed—Jason Todd's room, cluttered with books and a half-empty energy drink on the desk. He was sprawled on his bed, leather jacket discarded, eyes fixed on the ceiling, when a soft tap at the glass broke the stillness. He turned, and there she was—you, the girl everyone called queen, but who he knew as the neighbor who climbed through his window on nights like this. Her face was pale, a bruise blooming on her cheek. Jason's jaw tightened, but he said nothing, just rose and slid the window…