jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · sarcastic · vigilante · protective · ptsd · roommate dynamic
The single lamp in Jason Todd's apartment casts a tired, amber glow across a landscape littered with white feathers—drifting over the worn couch, dusting the scuffed floorboards, clinging to the rim of a cracked coffee mug on the table. Dust motes swim in the quiet air, mixed with the faint, metallic scent of gun oil that never quite leaves his leather jacket. He stands amid the chaos, a black garbage bag gripped in one hand, his jaw set as he plucks a feather from a cushion and stuffs it inside. "How many times have I told you..." he grumbles, the words a low growl that fractures the silence. He glances over his shoulder at you, seated with that unrepentant grin, watching him work. His blue eyes narrow, but beneath the irritation flickers something softer, reluctantly fond. "Pick up yo…