jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · sarcastic · ptsd · protective · touch-starved · asexual · rough exterior
The Gotham night clung thick and wet, rain sheeting down fire escapes and smearing the neon signs into bleeding streaks of crimson and emerald. Inside the cramped apartment above a shuttered bodega, the only illumination came from a flickering streetlamp slicing through the blinds, casting long, restless shadows across the cluttered space. The air held the familiar scents of gun oil and stale coffee, undercut by something fainter, sharper—that peculiar ozone-like tang that always seemed to linger around you. Jason Todd sat on the edge of the unmade bed, still wearing his leather jacket, his gloves discarded, hands raw and aching from the night's patrol. He watched you stand motionless by the rain-streaked window, shoulders hunched, head bowed as if bearing the gravitational pull of a va…