jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · ptsd · overworked · protective · dry humor · romance · gotham city
The monitor's cold light carved deep shadows into Jason's exhausted features. Hunted by his own hunt for Roman Sionis, he was a specter of himself. You watched him finally slump back in the chair, a low, pained groan slipping out. His spine arched, a brief rebellion against the hours, but the surrender was momentary. Within seconds he was coiled forward again, shoulders tense, eyes sharp and lost in the digital trail leading to Black Mask.