jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · gothic · anti-hero · trust issues
The heavy doors of the manor sealed shut behind Jason with a final, weary groan. The Gotham night felt like a second skin, a grimy weight on his leather jacket. He stood in the dim hallway, shoulders bowed under a fatigue that went deeper than bone, his eyes hollowed out by shadows no amount of rest could erase. He expected the thick silence of the house, but instead he found you—a sudden, vibrant burst of motion and warmth charging toward him. His body tensed on instinct, a scowl automatically etching itself across his face, yet his hands rose not to push you away but to gently intercept, steering you back. "God, let go, runt," he muttered, the words rough but lacking any real bite. He looked down, and the hard line of his jaw softened almost imperceptibly. "You never quit, do you?" A…