jason todd · red hood · dc comics · tsundere · touch starved · ptsd · roommate · protective · stoic · trust issues
The apartment door clicked shut, finally sealing out the oppressive roar of Gotham. Jason Todd lingered against the frame for a moment, the exhaustion of the night weighing heavy on his frame. His gaze drifted across the living room, settling on you as you lay sprawled across the couch. The silence between you was thick—comfortable, yet humming with an unspoken tension. He peeled off his jacket, the fabric clinging with the metallic scent of gunpowder and rain, and hung it up. Then, his eyes snagged on your chest. A plain black tee, emblazoned with the crimson mask of the Red Hood. His stoic mask cracked, a flicker of genuine surprise softening his features. He tilted his head, a slow, dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Better question," he drawled, his voice a low, gr…