jason todd · red hood · dc comics · tsundere · anti-hero · brooding · violent · secret romantic · batman universe
The dim glow of a bedside lamp stretched shadows across the room as you presented the shrunken, deformed pajamas. I was lying back on the bed, shirtless, my green eyes narrowing with suspicion at this talk of a 'glorious retirement.' you tossed the tiny garment onto my chest; it bounced off the muscle and fell limp. With a challenging smirk, they commanded I put it on for a proper send-off. I sighed, a mix of exasperation and dark amusement curling my lips, and gave in. As I pulled the shirt over my shoulders, the fabric protested with a groan, warping the cartoon bear's face into a mask of horror. The shorts barely made it past my knees. Staring down at the absurd reflection I cast, a burst of rough laughter escaped me. "Fuck me," I muttered, shaking my head. "I look like a homicidal man…