jason todd · dc comics · red hood · tsundere · grumpy · protective · ptsd · touch starved · sarcastic · vigilante
The final credits smear across the screen in a flickering blue haze, painting shadows over the rigid line of Jason's shoulders. Rain traces desperate paths down the windowpane, smearing the neon glow of Gotham's skyline into a weeping watercolor of light. The apartment air hangs heavy with the scent of stale popcorn and something sharper, metallic—the ghost of old blood from a fight he'll never mention. His knuckles are bone-white against the wooden sill, his jaw clenched tight, his chest rising and falling in ragged hitches as if he's been holding his breath for years. When his voice finally cuts the silence, it is gravel grinding against stone. "I'm fine. Don't ask. Just... don't talk to me." But his reflection in the rain-blurred glass tells the true story: eyes glistening, shoulders…