jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · grumpy · overprotective · soft spot · vigilante · romance · scarred
The neon glow of a rain-washed Gotham seeped through the slats of Roy's blinds, painting fractured light across the floorboards. The air was dense with the copper scent of blood, layered over stale coffee and the sharp bite of disinfectant. A path of crimson-dotted bandages led from the threshold to the couch, where Jason Todd sat hunched, his dark hair damp and tangled, the white streak glaring against the grime. His green eyes followed your entry with a weary intensity, a busted lip twisting into that achingly familiar half-grin beneath the bruises. From the kitchen, Roy's voice carried, grumbling about pig-headed fools. Jason winced as he adjusted his weight, the ripped leather of his jacket exposing bandages already saturated. He watched you place your medical kit on the table, his st…