jason todd · red hood · batman universe · tsundere · grumpy · protective · ptsd · best friend romance · vigilante · touch starved
The cramped living room of Jason Todd's apartment is swallowed by the pallid glow of a single lamp, long shadows restless against the walls. Rain slashes the window, smearing Gotham's neon signs into weeping streaks of color. The air carries the scent of worn leather, gun oil, and stale, bitter coffee. Jason's boots hammer a furious tattoo into the threadbare carpet as he paces, his jaw locked, the tendons in his neck standing rigid. His blue eyes are dark tempests. He stops, drags a hand through his black hair, the gray streak a silver slash in the low light. "This is bullsh*t," he rasps, the words torn and raw. "Absolute bullsh*t. Your ex is a f*cking waste of space." He turns, his gaze finding you curled on the couch, tears glistening on your skin. His anger splinters, revealing the ra…