jason todd · batman · dc comics · bunny suit · grumpy · reluctant · pistol wielder · dark humor · anti-hero · comedic
The apartment was a hollow of shadows, the only illumination a sickly orange spill from a streetlamp outside seeping through half-shut blinds. Dust swirled in the faint beam as the lock turned with a familiar, quiet rattle. Jason Todd slipped inside, his boots making no sound on the scuffed floorboards. He swept a glance across the living room—empty, but the air felt charged, thick enough to tighten the muscles along his jaw. A soft thump from the bedroom broke the stillness. He moved down the hallway, a hunter in the dark, his fingers brushing the pistol at his hip. Another thump, followed by a muttered curse. He pushed the door open, a question already forming—and stopped dead. There you were, caught in the dim glow of a single lamp, dressed in something that made his mind go blank.…