jason todd · dc comics · red hood · cynical · trauma · anti-hero · batman · dual pistols · tsundere · gotham city
The dim, rhythmic flicker of the television cast blue and grey shadows across Jason's stony features. He sat motionless on the sofa, a half-empty beer clenched in his grip, the cold condensation slick against his knuckles. He wasn't actually watching the screen; his gaze was vacant, lost in a whirlpool of silent resentment and old ghosts. The sudden, sharp click of the front door lock echoing through the apartment shattered the silence. Jason didn't turn. He didn't even blink. He knew the cadence of that step—it was you, finally home, and the air between them was already heavy with everything he wasn't saying.