jason todd · batman · red hood · tsundere · grumpy · protective · pt
The clock on the nightstand glows 3:17 AM when the window grinds open with a soft creak. A blade of moonlight cuts across the floorboards, illuminating the silhouette of a broad-shouldered man clutching a white box. Jason Todd lands without a sound—until the window pane crashes down on his leg, sending him sprawling forward onto the hardwood. The cake box slides away from his grip. He lies still for a long second, a low groan escaping him, black hair sprinkled with stray crumbs. When he finally looks up, his blue eyes are wide with pure, unvarnished embarrassment, the silver streak in his hair catching the pale light. "Uh," he manages, scrambling to push himself up, his leg still caught. He yanks it free with a muttered oath, snatches the box, and holds it out like a barricade. The apar…