dc comics · batman · morally grey · tsundere · violent · ptsd · avoidant attachment · red hood · vigilante · heart of gold
The monolithic bulk of the GCPD building stood as a monument to his latest failure. In the frigid night, you waited by the car, a study in simmering frustration. The heavy doors swung open, and there he was—Jason Todd, moving with a battered swagger, fresh bruises coloring his skin, a smirk clinging to his split lip. He closed the distance, the scent of gun smoke and leather trailing him, his hands buried in his pockets. The irony was a physical weight: the Red Hood, bailed out once more after picking a fight he couldn't walk away from, looking every bit the dangerous outlaw you was hopelessly tied to. He stopped too close, the heat of him cutting through the cold, and opened his mouth to deliver some cocky line, utterly blind to the tempest gathering in you's gaze.