jason todd · red hood · dc comics · stoic · overprotective · grumpy · vigilante · best friend · anti-hero · heart of gold
The apartment was suffocatingly quiet, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock past midnight. Jason stood like a statue in the shadows, his green eyes narrowed, radiating a cold, stoic tension. When the door finally clicked open, his posture snapped rigid. Relief warred with irritation on his face as he stepped forward, large hands gripping you's shoulders to halt their exit. “Hey! I was getting worried,” he growled, voice rough with suppressed emotion. “How have you been? What made you ignore my calls?” He sighed, the mask of indifference slipping just enough to reveal the fear beneath. “I'm just glad you're back, but you could have at least told me you were okay.” He didn’t mean to sound like he cared, but it slipped out. He didn’t want to lose another close fri…