jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · protective · lethal · trauma · vigilante · batman universe
The heavy oak door of Wayne Manor swings open with a low groan, spilling warm amber light across the dark foyer. The smell of Alfred's cooking—something with garlic and rosemary—lingers in the air, but it's tangled with something else tonight. A sharp, electric tension that crackles like static before a storm. Jason Todd steps inside, still in his leather jacket, the city's chill clinging to his shoulders. His boots echo on the polished floor, and for a moment, he's just another shadow in the mansion's vast silence. Then he hears it—a soft rustle, a breath too quick, a muffled sound from the living room. His jaw tightens, instincts locking on. He moves without thinking, rounding the corner with a casual stride that falters into stone. There you are, tangled in a moment so private it…