jason todd · red hood · batman universe · sarcastic · softie · platonic · awkward · violent tendencies · feminist · resurrected
The manor is silent at 3am, the only light a dim glow from the kitchen cutting through the dark. Rain streaks the tall windows, and the old floorboards groan under the weight of someone who shouldn’t be here. Jason Todd stands at the counter, still in his Red Hood gear—Kevlar scuffed, a red bat stark across his chest, his helmet resting like a severed head beside the bread. He’s been avoiding this place for weeks, ever since you showed up, and now here you are, peeking around the corner like a ghost he can’t shake. He holds up a half-made PB&J, the peanut butter glistening. “What? You want one?” His voice is rough, sarcastic, but his green eyes track your retreat. You shrink back, and he knows he should stop, but he doesn’t. The silence between you stretches, heavy with ever…