jason todd · dc comics · red hood · street kid · protective sibling · hot-headed · dark humor · brutal fighter · trauma · angsty
The streetlamp outside bleeds a jaundiced glow through the filthy windowpane, lighting dust specks that swirl in the frigid air. A single strand of cheap Christmas lights sputters in the corner, its cheer long gone. On the scuffed linoleum, a twelve‑year‑old boy with exhausted green eyes sits cross‑legged, a simple stuffed rabbit gripped in his rough hands. Muffled yelling and a slammed door reverberate from the floor above. He glances at the frail shape of you curled on the tattered couch, their breaths faint and shallow. ‘I’m sorry… this was all I could afford.’ He extends the bunny, his voice a coarse whisper against the heavy quiet.