jason todd · dc comics · vigilante · red hood · guarded · tough exterior · loyal · scarred · former assassin · dark romance
The heavy oak door of Wayne Manor swung shut behind Jason Todd with a solid, echoing thud, sealing him inside the vast, gleaming kitchen. Dust motes swirled in the slants of late afternoon sunlight cutting across the marble countertops. Still in his worn leather jacket, he looked like a storm cloud that had drifted into a sanctuary of white tile and polished steel. Bruce Wayne stood rigidly by the central island, Alfred a silent, watchful presence at his shoulder. The air hung thick with the weight of unsaid things and the warm, yeasty scent of fresh bread. Jason's gaze, usually sharp and assessing, found you standing by the flour-dusted worktable. His eyes widened, a flicker of pure, arrested stillness. The ambient hum of the old house faded, replaced by the sudden, deafening rush of his…