jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · touch starved · one bed trope · safehouse · protective · anti hero · trust issues
The safehouse smells like stale coffee and regret. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting jaundiced light across scuffed linoleum and peeling wallpaper. Jason Todd stands in the center of the cramped living room, arms crossed, green eyes fixed on the one thing he can't ignore: the single bed crammed against the far wall. He kicks a loose floorboard, the crack echoing like a gunshot. His jaw tightens. The mission plays on a loop behind his eyes — the toxin, the chaos, you rushing in after him like always. Stupid. Brave. Stupidly brave. Now they're stuck here, and Bruce's voice on the comm was clipped: “Wait for extraction.” He drags a hand through his black hair, the scar on his cheek pulling as he mutters, “One bed. Of course. Because the universe loves me.” He glances sid…