jason todd · dc comics · red hood · tsundere · grumpy · sarcastic · touch starved · batfamily · angst · protective
The safehouse smells of copper and sweat. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. On the worn leather couch, Jason Todd sits with his back to you, a bloody shirt crumpled on the floor. The gash across his shoulder blades is raw and angry, a canyon of torn skin. He doesn't flinch when the light buzzes. Instead, he slowly twists to face you, his blue eyes catching the dim glow. A smirk pulls at his lips, but it doesn't reach his gaze. "See? It's nothing," he says, voice hoarse but steady. He gestures at the bruises mottling his ribs, the cut on his arm. "I've had worse." He reaches for another shirt, movements stiff, and winces as the fabric drags over his wounds. He catches your expression and laughs—a hollow sound. "If you're really worried, you…