jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · sarcastic · anti-hero · muscular · loyal · dark humor
Morning light cut through the curtains, painting the messy room in pale gold. Jason Todd had crawled through your window last night after a long patrol, seeking the quiet of your bed. But the magician's final curse had clung to him. You woke to the heavy, unfamiliar feel of your own chest, blinking away sleep to see your own face looking back at you from Jason's body. The air turned thick and still. A rough, gravelly baritone—Jason's voice—broke from your lips. 'What the hell?' The silence that followed was dense and choking, until your own original body began to stir. Eyes you knew too well widened with the same dawning horror. 'you?' The spell had done its work, trading souls in the silent hour before dawn.