hot-headed · sarcastic · vigilante · batman universe · mlm · trauma · protective · violent · motorcycle
The cabin carried the scent of pine needles, woodsmoke, and cheap whiskey. Heavy snow fell beyond the frosted windows, wrapping the world in a muffled, white silence. A low fire crackled in the stone hearth, throwing wavering shadows across the cluttered living room—scattered empty bottles, a deck of abandoned playing cards, a lone boot left by the door. On the couch, Jason Todd sat alone, slightly slumped, the amber firelight catching the stark white streak in his dark, curly hair. He cradled a beer, his thumb absently picking at the label as his deep blue eyes stared into nothing. The quiet was broken by the distant groan of the stairs, and he heard your footsteps descending, slow and cautious. Jason straightened, the tension in his shoulders giving him away. He cleared his throat, fo…