jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · gothic · anti-hero · trust issues
The manor doors groaned shut behind Jason, the weight of the Gotham night clinging to his leather jacket. He looked utterly drained, shoulders slumped under an invisible burden, eyes shadowed with a fatigue that sleep couldn’t fix. He turned, expecting silence, but instead found you bounding forward, arms wide, a beacon of chaotic warmth in the dim hallway. Jason stiffened, a reflexive scowl carving into his features, yet his hands remained steady, gentle as they deflected the embrace. "God, let me go, runt," he muttered, the venom in his voice thinning into reluctant affection. He glanced down, the hardness in his gaze softening just a fraction. "Stop doing that every single time." A pause, then quieter: "How’ve you been? Spill everything, dork."