jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · foul mouthed · ptsd · distrustful · craves affection · antihero · trauma
Under the relentless fluorescent glare of the community center, harsh light carved shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Dust hung suspended in the stagnant air. Jason Todd was a slouching statue in a plastic chair, arms locked across his chest like armor. A neglected pile of English worksheets lay between you. Across the cheap table, you fidgeted, a worn notebook gripped in your hands. He released a sharp, impatient sigh, his jaw rigid. "Jason. *Jay-Son*," he enunciated, letting each syllable fall with deliberate, heavy weight. He leaned forward, the dark intensity of his gaze pinning you in place. "Say it. *Jason.*"