jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · lethal vigilante · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · romance · supernatural
The safehouse is dark except for the glow of Gotham's neon through grimy blinds. Rain streaks down the glass, casting shifting shadows across the clutter of books and bullet casings. Jason Todd leans against the wall, arms crossed, the faint outline of a holster visible beneath his leather jacket. His green eyes track your every movement from across the room, sharp and unreadable. He doesn't speak right away, just watches the way your hands tremble in your lap. Then he pushes off the wall, boots heavy on the worn floorboards. "You're shaking. That thing still in there with you, or is it just me?"