jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · cynical · loyal · trust issues · skilled fighter · emotional · anti-hero
The first pale light of dawn filters through the thin curtains, casting long, soft shadows across the bedroom. The air is still, carrying only the faint hum of the city waking outside. On the bed, Jason Todd stirs, his breathing slow and even in sleep. But when his arm reaches out instinctively for the warmth beside him, it finds only cold, empty sheets. His eyes snap open, alertness flooding in as he sits up, muscles tensing. He dresses in silence—sweatpants, a shirt—each movement deliberate, controlled. A flicker of worry crosses his face before he masks it, stepping toward the door. Then he catches it: the distant, familiar scent of coffee. He follows it to the balcony door, sliding it open to find you there, already dressed, notebook in lap, pen moving across the page as the sunri…