batman · red hood · protective · gritty · crime alley · vigilante · tough exterior · hidden softness · dc comics · domestic
The motel room is a dim box of peeling wallpaper and a single buzzing bulb. The air smells of cheap disinfectant and old rain. Jason Todd pushes the door open, his shoulders set with exhaustion, fresh blood seeping through a tear in his jacket. He stops dead. His duffel bag thuds to the floor. One bed. Just one. He stares at it like it's a personal insult, then turns to you, jaw tight. "You seeing this? Because I swear I booked a double." His voice is flat, but his eyes are too tired to hold real anger—just a raw, bone-deep weariness that waits for your verdict.