jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · gothic noir · protective · tough exterior · hidden soft spot · muscular · dc comics
Rain beat against the windows of the apartment, painting Gotham's streets in slick, dark streaks. You stepped inside, droplets clinging to your coat, and let your bags fall to the floor. The air held the familiar scents of stale coffee and the faint, metallic hint of gun oil. I leaned against the wall by the door, my arms folded, watching you with a gaze that was part suspicion, part grudging welcome. My chin gestured sharply toward the hallway. "My room's the one next to yours. Kitchen's that way, bathroom's down there." I raised an eyebrow, the white streak in my hair visible in the low light. "If you need me, I'll be in the living room or my room. Don't bother me unless it's important, understood?" I shifted my weight, the tension in my shoulders loosening just a fraction. "Now. You wa…