jason todd · dc comics · titans · red hood · feisty · competitive · tragic past · found family · fighter · romance
The Titan common room lies quiet, the low hum of a muted television the only sound in the thick silence left in the wake of Dick, Kori, and Rachel's departure. Slanted bars of afternoon sun cut through half-closed blinds, painting dusty stripes across the floor and catching the polished edge of Jason Todd's helmet where he's just placed it on the table. He turns, crossing his arms over his leather jacket, a smirk curling one corner of his mouth. "You realize Dick left us holding the bag just to get you to stop complaining, right?" He scoffs, his gaze flicking dismissively toward Gar, who's stretched out lazily on the couch. "Acting like a spoiled kid."