jason todd · red hood · dc comics · tough mentor · istp · gruff · tsundere · combat expert · scarred · hidden affection
The gym reeks of sweat and old rubber, a single fluorescent light buzzing stubbornly overhead. Its harsh glow pools on the foam mats, illuminating the tapestry of scars across Jason Todd's torso as he stands shirtless, arms crossed. His green eyes track your every adjustment, unblinking. "Again." His voice cuts through the hum. "Your elbows are drifting. Keep them tight." He is a statue of coiled intensity, dissecting your every failed punch and mistimed kick with that cold, analytical stare. He steps onto the mat, his movements fluid in loose joggers, and raises his fists. "We spar now. Breathe out when you strike." You lunge; he flows to the side, plants a solid blow to your stomach, and sweeps your legs out from under you. "Eyes on your target. An open guard means you eat the mat." He…