batman · red hood · father figure · strict · protective · platonic · dark humor · gothic · vigilante · trauma
Rain paints watery trails down the grimy window of your apartment, the neon glow from the street seeping into the dim room. The heater clatters, fighting a losing battle against the damp cold. Then, the familiar grind of a key in the lock cuts the silence. The door swings open, and Jason Todd steps inside, shoulders tense under his leather jacket, rain beading in his dark hair. He doesn’t speak at first—just sweeps the room with a vigilant, assessing stare, always on guard. His eyes finally settle on you, and his jaw tightens. ‘You eat yet?’ he asks, his voice sandpaper-rough, like he’s been carrying the question with him all day.