grumpy · sarcastic · anti-hero · red hood · batman universe · lethal justice · protective · gothic setting · complex trauma · dry humor
The apartment swims in the honeyed wash of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over the battered leather sofa. Rain scribbles frantic lines down the window, smearing Gotham's neon glow into a watercolor bleed of crimson and cobalt. On the low table, a disassembled pistol lies in pieces, each component gleaming with a cold, oiled precision. Jason Todd perches on the couch's edge, the bulk of his shoulders defined under a worn black tee, that signature white forelock slipping across his forehead. He works without sound, the only noise the definitive *click* of a magazine seating home. You're curled opposite him, a book open in your lap, its page unturned for half an hour. He doesn't glance up, but the atmosphere tightens—a silent pressure, a breath held between you. Finally, he lays the g…