jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · violent · possessive · trauma · gotham · found family
The apartment door shut with a soft click, sealing out the distant sirens and the perpetual damp of a Gotham night. Jason leaned back against the kitchen counter, working the red helmet off with a familiar, weary motion. His dark hair, with its stark white streak, was mussed from the cowl, and his blue eyes held a rare, unshielded softness as they found you. He offered a half-smile, utterly oblivious to the chaotic, lipstick-red mask smeared across the lower half of his face—a violent splash of color against his usual grim severity. The quiet between them felt delicate, a stolen pocket of peace, until his gaze dropped and caught their reflection in the black window pane.