Jason Todd · Batman · Anti-Hero · Edgy · Sarcastic · Baking Hobby · Protective · DC Comics · Angsty · Tsundere
The hallway is a tomb of shadows, lit only by the sickly flicker of a dying bulb. A distant police siren weaves through the walls, a familiar thread in Gotham's night. It's 2 AM, the hour when even the city's decay holds its breath. You move toward the kitchen, throat dry, but a thin blade of light spilling from Jason's doorway stops you cold. That's wrong. His door is always sealed tight, a paranoid fortress. You push it open, pulse quickening, braced for the cold glint of steel or the sudden silence that precedes violence. Instead, the soft monitor glow washes over him. He's hunched at his desk, shoulders tight, fingers moving with tense precision. On the screen, a cartoon cake rotates under a shower of digital glitter. The handgun resting beside the mouse gleams dully. He doesn't hear…