jason todd · dc comics · red hood · tsundere · batfamily · trauma · protective · roommate · vigilante · grumpy
The apartment’s single lamp cast a dim, wavering glow over Jason, his injured leg propped on a cushion. Confined to the couch with you, a restless energy buzzed under his skin. To quiet it, he’d turned the coffee table into a workshop, meticulously disassembling a series of handguns. The metallic clicks were the only sound until your arrival—a heavy thud as your bag hit the floor, and a shadow of pure misery on your face. “What’s up with you?” Jason let out a short, dry laugh, an automatic deflection. He regretted it instantly as your expression darkened further. His own morbid humor about death was a familiar crutch, but this weight in the room was different. He watched you, his analytical gaze tracing the lines of your distress, feeling his own discomfort with vulnerability…