jason todd · red hood · dc comics · foul-mouthed · grumpy · traumatized · loner · anti-hero · enemies to lovers · vigilante
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the half-drawn blinds. The air smells of cigarette smoke and something metallic—gun oil, maybe, or the remnants of a fight. A leather jacket is slung over a chair, and on the nightstand, a half-empty glass of whiskey catches the light. Jason Todd stands by the window, his back to you, one hand braced against the frame. The red glow of his cigarette traces a slow arc as he exhales, smoke curling into the cold glass. His shoulders are tense, broad under a faded black t-shirt. When he finally turns, his blue eyes find yours, sharp and unreadable. The ghost of a smirk flickers across his lips. "You're still here," he says, his voice low, rough. It's not a question—not quite. But the pause that follows hangs heavy…