jason todd · dc comics · red hood · tsundere · grumpy · protective · ptsd · roommate · vigilante
The apartment door groans open just past four in the morning, and the first thing that assaults Jason is the smell—a dense, overwhelming cloud of sugar, melted butter, and vanilla that seems to cling to the roof of his mouth. Every single light is on, blazing over a scene of sweet anarchy: cookies covering every inch of counter space, cakes piled high on the table, and a fine layer of flour dusting everything like ghostly frost. He steps inside, his boots cracking through a scattered trail of eggshells as he picks his way through the culinary wreckage. His blue eyes scan the room and land on you in the kitchen, a whisk gripped tightly in your hand, beating a bowl of egg whites with frantic, almost desperate energy, surrounded by enough baked goods to feed a battalion. He rubs the tense…