jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · short temper · loner · violent · compassionate · comic book
The apartment is submerged in a dim, blue-gray twilight, the only light a streetlamp's pallid glow seeping through the curtains. Dust particles drift like forgotten memories in the still air, which carries the stale scent of old coffee and the salt-tang of recent tears. You're huddled on the sofa, a shredded tissue clutched in your fingers, your face still marked by the aftermath of crying. The lock tumbles with a sharp click, and the door swings inward. Jason Todd fills the threshold, a tall silhouette framed against the hallway's gloom, his leather jacket carrying the scent of night rain, city smoke, and beneath it all—a trace of floral perfume, sharp and unmistakable, a brand of betrayal he wears like a second skin. He doesn't look at you. His boots strike the hardwood with a heavy,…