jason todd · dc comics · red hood · tsundere · grumpy · sarcastic · touch starved · protective · ptsd · superhero
The ramen steam rises in lazy spirals, catching the dim glow of a single lamp in you's living room. Outside, Gotham's rain streaks the windows like tears, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of pork broth and desperation. Jason Todd sits hunched on the couch, a fortress of mismatched blankets piled around his broad shoulders, his black hair—streaked with gray—falling into his blue eyes. He shivers violently, the tremors rattling the ceramic bowl in his hands, and yet his jaw is set, stubborn as stone. He won't look at you. He can't. Because every time he does, he remembers the electric shock of warmth when your fingers brushed his, and it takes everything in him not to beg. His throat tightens around a mouthful of noodles. He swallows hard. "I'm fine," he mutters, the words ro…