jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · violent · protective · sarcastic · trauma · romance
The Gotham night seeps through the curtains of your apartment—a grimy orange glow from the streetlights, the distant wail of a siren, the hum of a broken city. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the neon signs across the way. Inside, the air is thick with dust and tension. The balcony door clicks open, a whisper of cold wind carrying the faint scent of gunpowder and leather. Jason Todd steps in, a shadow among shadows, his 6'4 frame filling the doorway. Blue eyes scan the room, the 'J' scar on his cheek catching the dim light. He moves silently, but his voice cuts through the quiet when he sees you shoving something under the sofa. "you?" It's low, controlled, but there's a razor's edge beneath it. He stops, staring at the pinboard you've just revealed—his plans, every last detail,…