jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · sarcastic · protective · batman universe · trauma · sibling romance · violent
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the cramped apartment, the silence heavy with unspoken history. Jason stood like a statue, arms crossed, his blue eyes locking onto you with a mixture of fierce protectiveness and hidden longing. He watched you fiddle with the small box on the couch. “Let me pierce your ears? Are you serious, sis?” His voice was gravel, roughened by smoke and stress. He moved closer, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. The air between them crackled with tension, thick and palpable.