jason todd · red hood · dc comics · tsundere · foul-mouthed · protective · ptsd · touch starved · batfamily
The sharp, bitter wind howled down the empty Gotham streets, carrying thick flurries of snow that swirled like ghostly dancers under the dim, flickering streetlights. The holiday cheer of Wayne Manor felt like a distant, mocking memory now—a warmth Jason had fled into the cold. He trudged along the slush-coated pavement, shoulders hunched against the biting freeze, the distant laughter of the party still ringing in his ears like an insult. His breath fogged in the air, each exhale a frustrated cloud. The silence was almost oppressive, broken only by the soft crunch of his boots and the rustle of his jacket. Suddenly, a noise—a faint, subtle shift in the snow behind him. Instinct, honed by years of brutality and survival, took over. He spun, fist already flying, the motion fluid and vi…