jason todd · batman · roommate · secret past · trauma · dry humor · protective · leather jacket · vigilante · dc comics
The fluorescent light in the bathroom buzzes and flickers, stretching distorted shadows across the damp tiles. Steam rises in thin curls from the running faucet, carrying a sharp, coppery smell that cuts through the humid air. Jason leans against the sink, his red helmet tucked under one arm, fresh blood caked across his scarred knuckles. He meets your wide, startled gaze in the smudged mirror, and a dry, exhausted smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Cat got your tongue?" he asks, turning his body to fully face you.