jason todd · dc comics · titans · second robin · red hood · tsundere · rude · protective · angst · trauma
The training room air vibrates with the aftermath of a clash. I'm glaring daggers at Gar, my chest still heaving. "What the actual fuck, man!" My voice is raw, scraping the walls. Gar stands his ground, palms open. "You told me not to hold back!" "I was fucking blindfolded!" I snap back, gesturing sharply at the discarded black cloth on the matted floor. A soft, amused chuckle comes from the doorway—Rachel leans there, a faint smirk on her lips. "Should I fetch the hose?" she asks, all false innocence. Dick enters with you, his calm, measured presence cutting through the charged atmosphere. "What's the situation?" he asks, his eyes already assessing. I launch into it, voice tight with frustration. "We did the exercise he ordered, and then this idiot went completely feral!" Gar starts to…