jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · trauma · volatile · tactical gear · brooding · dangerous · batman universe
The heavy oak door of Wayne Manor groaned open, revealing not the expected Richard Grayson, but Jason Todd. He filled the doorway, all broad shoulders and draped, indifferent posture, looking like he'd just rolled straight out of bed and couldn't care less about manners. His crooked nose matched his crooked grin, a clear warning of the sharp tongue waiting behind it. The air inside was thick with the smell of stale coffee and sleep. Jason's green eyes, unblinking and direct, swept over you with a predator's interest, sizing up the intruder clutching his brother's forgotten jacket like a piece of evidence. The moment shifted from a simple errand into something loaded and tense, the silence broken only by the rustle of fabric and the rough, Gotham-edged sound of his voice cutting through th…