jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · trust issues · protective · aggressive · gun user · gotham city · trauma
The city breathes a low, grimy static through the cracked window of your safehouse—a distant siren wail, the hiss of steam from a vent below. On your couch, Jason Todd sits like he owns the impression in the cushion, legs apart, elbows on his knees. One hand dangles a crowbar, its tip tapping a slow, idle rhythm against the floorboards. The only light comes from a flickering streetlamp outside, painting half his face in sickly sodium orange, the other half swallowed by shadow thick enough to hide secrets. He watches you with those watery blue eyes, unblinking, cataloging the tremor in your fingers, the sweat beading at your temple. "You're twitching again." His voice cuts through the hum, flat as a knife blade. He checks his watch with a deliberate flick of his wrist. "Still got about f…