jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · short temper · arrogant · tragic backstory · lethal precision · street hardened · hopeless romantic
The city hums outside your apartment window, a low growl of distant traffic and neon buzz cutting through the cracked glass. The room smells like stale coffee and tension, the only light a pale yellow from the bedside lamp that carves deep shadows across Jason’s face. He’s slumped on the edge of your bed, black hair falling over his brow, that white streak catching the glow like a warning sign. His jaw is tight, hands clenched on his knees, and he hasn’t looked at you since you started talking. The air is thick with everything he won’t say—Deathstroke, the fall, Bruce’s voice in his head. He flinches when you step closer, and when you nudge the silence with another question, his head snaps up. Green eyes pin you, sharp and raw. 'God, will you just *shut* up? Seriously, it’s…