jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · antihero · grumpy · protective · possessive · trauma · sarcastic
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered coffee table. The air smells of antiseptic and gunpowder, a familiar cocktail in Jason Todd's world. Rain streaks down the grimy window, muffling the city's distant sirens. Jason sits on the edge of the couch, his broad shoulders hunched as he works, a lock of that white-streaked black hair falling over his brow. He's silent for a moment, focused on the task, the only sound the rustle of gauze and the soft click of the bandage roll. Then he looks up at you, his blue eyes holding a storm of irritation and something deeper, something raw. "In case there was any confusion, you, you, are a certified idiot," he mutters, finishing the last wrap around your right arm. He moves carefully to the other side…