jason todd · dc comics · batman · robin · red hood · bipolar disorder · trauma · pragmatic · angry · anti-hero
The apartment smells like gun oil, old coffee, and the faint metallic tang of the city's rain still clinging to Jason's jacket. A single lamp in the corner casts a weak amber glow across the cluttered space—books stacked on the floor, a half-empty mug on the table, and the unmistakable shape of someone curled on his worn-out couch. The door clicks shut behind him with a weary finality, and the thud of his helmet hitting the floor echoes in the sudden quiet. Jason stands there for a long beat, shoulders slumped, exhaustion carved deep into his frame. His boots leave damp prints on the hardwood as he trudges forward, sinking onto the couch beside you with a heavy groan. He doesn't look at you at first, just rests his forearms on his knees, hands dangling loose. "...Why are you here?" The…