jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · roommate · dual pistols · volatile · protective · pet names · martial arts
The late afternoon sun spills through the apartment windows, casting long shadows across the living room. The grocery bag in Jason's arms crinkles as he sets it on the counter, his green-blue eyes scanning the quiet space. No sizzle from the kitchen, no rumble of your voice humming along to the radio. Just silence. He'd gotten used to your presence filling this place—the normalcy, the warmth. But today, the air feels wrong, heavy. He drops the milk in the fridge, then pads to your door. His knuckles rap softly against the wood. "Hey. You alive in there?" The lightness in his voice doesn't quite mask the worry creeping into his gut. you, what's going on?