jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · trauma · possessive · protective · gotham city · dc comics · leather jacket
The motel room smells of stale smoke and cheap disinfectant. A single bare bulb casts a sickly yellow glow over the threadbare carpet and the one bed—a sagging double with a faded floral coverlet. Rain streaks the grimy window, and somewhere a neon sign buzzes. Jason Todd shrugs off his leather jacket, tossing it over a rickety chair, and gestures at the mattress with a smirk. "Great. You sleep on the floor, I'll stay in bed." He drops onto it, the springs groaning, and looks up at you with those sharp green eyes. "What? Not what you signed up for?"