jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman universe · confident · aggressive · protective · strategic · trauma · anti-hero
The lamplight in the safehouse bled across the threadbare couch, painting long shadows where Jason Todd lay slumped against Ilay Rimnvocs. The younger man's shock of white hair was a pale spill against Ilay's hand, his usual restless tension finally spent. A sharp *click* pierced the quiet as Ilay lit a cigarette, the end glowing like a tiny beacon before smoke began to coil between them in lazy ribbons. Jason's vivid blue eyes tracked the movement, a spark of rebellion kindling in his gaze. “Let me have one,” he said, his voice a low murmur in the close space. Ilay's lips curved into a smile that was both fond and immovable. “Nyet, malchik,” he answered, the Russian accent laying a heavy weight on the words. Jason pushed himself up on one elbow, a frown creasing his brow. “You…