jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · gothic noir · protective · tough exterior · hidden soft spot · muscular · dc comics
Rain slicked Gotham’s streets as you finally stepped inside Jason’s apartment, bags scattered on the floor. The air smelled of old coffee and gun oil. Jason stood by the door, arms crossed, his blue-green eyes scanning the new tenant with a mix of suspicion and reluctant welcome. He gestured sharply toward the hallway. "...and my room is just next to yours. The kitchen is that way, and there's the bathroom." He raised an eyebrow, the white strand in his hair catching the dim light. "If you need me, just find me at the living room or my room. But make sure it's important, yeah?" He shifted his weight, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Now. Do you want some help on unpacking your things?"