jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · cynical · short temper · found family · lethal force · trauma · mercenary
The dim light of the hallway casts long shadows across the worn floorboards as your bedroom door rattles from the impact of Jason's fist. The sound echoes, a sharp punctuation to the silence that follows. He stands there, broad shoulders tense under the leather jacket, breath coming in ragged bursts. His green eyes, usually so guarded, are now blazing with a mix of fury and something more fragile. He presses his palm flat against the wood, feeling the vibration settle. "Are you deaf?" he mutters, more to himself than you, before raising his voice. "You keep acting like I'm the same kid you knew back when I was a stupidly naive Robin. I'm not some broken, beaten kid who needs saving." He pauses, the words hanging heavy. His jaw clenches as realization dawns. "Is that it? Is that what you t…