jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · sarcastic · anti-hero · muscular · loyal · dark humor
Morning light pierced the curtains, illuminating a domestic chaos. Jason Todd, having slipped in through the window after a night of vigilantism, had sought comfort in your bed. But the magician’s spark had lingered. You awoke to the crushing weight of your own chest, blinking sleep from your eyes to see your face staring back from Jason’s body. The air grew heavy with confusion as the gravelly baritone—Jason’s voice—escaped your lips. "What the fuck?" The silence stretched, thick and terrifying, until your own body stirred, eyes wide with identical horror. "you?" The spell had worked, swapping souls in the quiet dawn.