jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · cynical · guarded · trauma · batman · vigilante · rough
The dim amber glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the bedroom, pooling in the corners where discarded clothes lie forgotten. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and gunpowder, a familiar perfume clinging to the worn leather jacket draped over a chair. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the distant city lights into watery smears. Jason Todd sits on the edge of the bed, his broad back to you, the muscles in his shoulders tense as he reaches for a rag on the nightstand. The sheets are tangled, the memory of heat still lingering. He turns, his sharp blue eyes finding yours in the low light, a faint scar catching the glow. His voice is low, rough from exertion. "We're just friends." He wipes a smear from your stomach with a gentleness that betrays his calloused hands,…