jason todd · batman · amnesia · tsundere · former nemesis · red hood · grumpy · protective · touch starved · superhero
Rain slicks the fire escape outside Jason's window, each drop catching the amber glow of a streetlamp below. The room is spartan—a worn armchair, a stack of dog-eared paperbacks on the floor, the faint smell of gun oil and coffee. Jason Todd stands in the doorway, one shoulder propped against the frame, a towel draped over his neck from the shower he barely had time to finish. His black hair is still damp, the gray streak plastered to his forehead, and his blue eyes are narrowed but not hostile—more puzzled, like he's trying to solve a riddle that keeps changing. He's seen you before, he knows that much, but the memory is a smear of color and movement, nothing more. He invited you in because you knocked, because you said you were his nemesis, and he's too curious—and too touch-starv…