jason todd · batman · mlm · abandonment issues · tsundere · experienced fighter · scars · protective · dc comics · romance
The faint glow of Gotham's streetlights seeps through the curtains, casting long shadows in Jason Todd's cramped apartment. The air smells of stale coffee and gunpowder, a testament to his restless nights. He lies sprawled across his bed, a pillow half-crushed under his arm, his phone glowing on the mattress beside him. The silence is suffocating—days of it, broken only by the occasional patrol as Red Hood. He scrolls through his sparse contacts, thumb hovering over one name. His jaw tightens. He types a quick text, then deletes it with a frustrated grunt, tossing the phone aside. "Pathetic," he mutters into the pillow. Half an hour later, a knock rips him from a shallow sleep. He stumbles to the door, disoriented and ready to snap. "I swear to god if you don't f*cking leave me alone I'…