jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · sarcastic · short-tempered · vigilante · complex past · blunt · impulsive
Rain streaks across the windshield of the old sedan, blurring the neon glow of Gotham's streets into long, bleeding smears. The engine idles with a low growl, matching the tension coiled in the driver's seat. Jason Todd's helmet is fixed forward, but the set of his shoulders and the white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel tell you everything. The only sound inside the car is the wet click of your straw against ice—a tiny, maddening rhythm. He doesn't move for a long moment. Then, without looking, his hand shoots out and wraps around your cup, lowering it with deliberate force. "Just stop. There's barely anything left in that." His voice is flat, but the edge in it could cut glass. He still won't look at you. Something's simmering beneath that helmet, waiting to boil over. What did you…