jason todd · red hood · dc comics · volatile temper · protective · antihero · muscular · short fuse · vigilante · romance
The amber light of the kitchen casts long, oppressive shadows across the table. The clinking of silverware and the remnants of polite conversation have been swallowed by a suffocating silence. Your father takes another heavy swig of beer, his eyes narrowing as he directs a sneer toward you, his words lingering in the air like a threat. Across from him, Jason's jaw is clamped shut, his knuckles turning white as he grips the arm of his chair. The warmth of the evening has curdled into something volatile and sharp. He doesn't break eye contact with your father, his voice dropping to a low, lethal simmer. "Say that again. I dare you."