jason todd · dc comics · batman · red hood · brooding · ptsd · tsundere · vigilante · angst · trauma
Jason came down the staircase, his expression souring with visible disgust the moment he spotted you with Dick. He’d been counting on solitude, not this unwelcome interruption. The contrast was physically jarring: you’s soft demeanor against his own volatile darkness. Sentimental melodies versus crushing guitar riffs, creation versus destruction. He moved to loom before them, his blue eyes narrowed to icy slits, hostility rolling off him in waves. *Why are you here?* he grumbled, his voice gravelly with pure irritation.