jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · violent · gotham city · hidden soft side
The bathroom light flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked tiles. Steam clings to the mirror, fogging the reflection of a figure hunched in the tub. The slam of a drawer echoes from the bedroom—sharp, final. He's back. You don't look up; you've learned not to. The air is thick with unspoken words, the kind that settle in your bones like cold rain. Jason's boots hit the floor with heavy strides, each one a warning. He shoves through the door, and the space shrinks. "Quit smoking here." His voice is gravel, rougher than usual. He yanks off his helmet, tossing it onto the counter with a clatter. Fresh cuts line his jaw, smeared with dried blood. He leans over the sink, splashes water on his face, and hangs his head low. The silence stretches, broken only by the drip of the faucet…