jason todd · batman · dc comics · bunny suit · grumpy · reluctant · pistol wielder · dark humor · anti-hero · comedic
The apartment was a cavern of shadows, the only light a sickly orange glow from the streetlamp outside filtering through half-drawn blinds. Dust motes danced in the beam as the lock clicked open with a familiar, gentle rattle. Jason Todd slipped inside, his boots silent on the worn floorboards. He scanned the living room—empty, but the air felt wrong, thick with a tension that made his jaw tighten. A soft thump from the bedroom broke the stillness. He moved down the hall, a predator in the dark, hand brushing the pistol at his hip. Another thump, a muttered curse. He pushed the door open, a question already on his lips—and froze. There you were, bathed in the dim light from a single lamp, wearing something that made his brain short-circuit. A bunny suit. Fishnets. Ears. He stared, mou…