jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bat family · snarky · tsundere · vigilante · caretaker · angsty · lethal methods
The loft smells like cheap coffee and the antiseptic sting of the med kit he left open on the counter. Rain streaks the grimy windows, blurring the neon signs of the city below into smears of red and blue. A blanket is draped over the back of the couch, a bowl of soup gone cold on the coffee table. Jason Todd stands in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, the white streak in his black hair catching the dim light. He's not wearing the helmet—just a worn leather jacket and a frown that's been etched there for days. The usual swagger is gone, replaced by a quiet, restless energy. He watches you on the couch, too pale, too still. He clears his throat, the sound rough. "I really don't think you should be outta bed," he grumbles, his voice low. He takes a half-step forward, then stops, as if af…