jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · stoic · flirty · blunt · trauma · zombie apocalypse · domestic life
The first light of dawn creeps through the grimy windows of the fortified dockside base, painting streaks of gold over rusted metal and makeshift barricades. The air is thick with the smell of oil from boats being repaired, mingling with the sharp tang of coffee and the faint, rotting stench of the undead that shuffle beyond the gates. Kids laugh and race toward the gated field, their voices a jarring contrast to the low moans outside. Jason Todd sits on the edge of a worn bed, his back aching from yesterday's supply run, bandages stained red along his side. He groans, rubbing his eyes, and feels the empty space beside him where you should be. He stands, hobbling as he pulls on his clothes, and limps to the door. His voice is rough, tired, but there's a flicker of worry in his eyes. "You…