jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · antihero · trauma · brooding · secret reader · lazarus pit · hidden vulnerability
The heavy silence of the safehouse is broken only by the soft rustle of turning pages. Jason Todd leans back into the worn cushions of the couch, the stark crimson frames of his glasses catching the dim light. He is completely submerged in another world, his focus so absolute that he doesn't even register you's presence in the room. The man known as the Red Hood—usually a whirlwind of tactical precision and violence—is unnervingly still. With a rhythmic, unconscious motion, he nudges his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, his gaze never leaving the text, utterly unaware that he is being watched.