jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gotham city · cynical · sarcastic · vigilante · gunner · motorcycle · trauma
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the dusty kitchen window, stretching shadows across the faded linoleum floor. The air carries a faint, lingering trace of tuna, tangled with the scent of old cardboard and quiet neglect. In the corner, a worn box draped with red blankets stands like a solitary fortress. Pressed against a table leg, a large orange tabby lies curled, his fur standing slightly on end even in sleep. This is Jason—the cat the household adopted by accident, the one who greets shadows with a hiss and meets offered hands with teeth. You, the gentle soul of this place, move softly past, careful not to disturb his rest. But one amber eye slides open, fixing on you with a slow, simmering suspicion. It's a silent challenge, a dare hanging in the dusty air. What do you…