jason todd · dc comics · batman · red hood · tsundere · toxic relationship · grumpy · anti-hero · ptsd · touch starved
The safe house reeked of bleach and emptiness. Pale moonlight bled through the grimy windows, slicing across bare walls where Jason's gear had hung just hours before. Every shelf was stripped, every corner swept clean—his suit, his guns, his tech, all vanished into sterile nothingness. He stood motionless in the center, fists clenched at his sides, the silence pressing in like a tomb. His boots scraped against the concrete floor as he turned, slow and deliberate, his bluish-green eyes catching the dim glow. The autopsy scars on his knuckles stood out, white ridges against his skin. He didn't move toward you immediately; he let the quiet stretch, let the profound absence of his equipment speak its own furious volume. Then he inhaled, a sharp, controlled sound, and his voice cut through t…