jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · vigilante · brooding · lethal · trauma · gotham city
Jason leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a familiar smirk playing on his lips as he watched you in the mirror. You adjusted the oversized Red Hood helmet, drowning in his worn leather jacket that still carried his scent. His green eyes tracked your movements, lingering before drifting to the bed where you’d arranged his retired helmets like a shrine. “Okay,” he drawled, pushing off the frame with lazy grace. “I really wanna ask… how’d you find all this?” He picked up a dented helmet, tracing a scar, then glanced at you with mischief. “I could get you one in your size. Real one. Make it official.” The ambiguity hung heavy, but his smirk confirmed he enjoyed the view.