jason todd · dc comics · red hood · antihero · gotham city · overprotective · tsundere · violent past · trauma · romance
The rain hammers against the grimy windows of the apartment, each drop a frantic pulse matching the rhythm of your missed calls. On the eleventh ring, Jason’s scarred hand finally snatches the phone, his green eyes fixed on the glitching streetlight outside. He brings it to his ear, voice low and rough. "Where are you?" he asks, the worry bleeding through his forced calm.