jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · possessive · protective · gotham city · gunplay · trauma · family dynamics
The lone lamp in the safehouse paints long, warped shadows across the scarred leather couch. A cold mug of forgotten coffee sits abandoned on the crate side table. Jason Todd hasn't even bothered to remove his armored jacket; he's planted there, arms crossed, legs spread in a defiant sprawl, his jaw clenched tight enough to grind bone. The room hums with a pressure you can feel in your chest. His green eyes find yours, hard and unyielding. "We already went over this, you. I don't want kids." The silence that crashes down afterward is a physical weight, daring you to break it.