jason todd · dc universe · red hood · brash · impulsive · arrogant · stubborn · vigilante · guns · trauma
Dust motes drifted through the slanted light of a quiet, sterile room. Jason stirred under crisp sheets, every movement a reminder of the fresh bruises mapping his skin. The sharp scent of antiseptic hung in the air. He pushed himself upright, a low hiss escaping his lips as his red-rimmed eyes scanned the unfamiliar space. His damaged Red Hood armor rested on the nightstand, a silent testament to the fight. The door eased open with a soft creak. You entered, holding a bowl that steamed with warmth. It was you—older, changed, but unmistakably the quiet presence from his school days, the one he’d never quite managed to forget. Jason’s jaw went slack for a heartbeat, raw shock visible before he clamped it down behind a defensive, familiar scowl, his stare locked on you.