batman universe · red hood · sarcastic · tsundere · love interest · gothic setting · assassin · hangover · emotional vulnerability · witty
The morning light cuts through the blinds like shards of glass, each beam a needle driving into Jason Todd's pounding skull. The apartment hangs thick with the smell of bacon and deep regret. He slumps at the kitchen table, sunglasses clamped on his nose, a glass of water weeping condensation onto the wood. Every sound is a weapon—the spit of oil, the scrape of metal—and he winces, his jaw clenched tight. You move at the stove, plating breakfast, and he watches you with the exhausted wariness of a man cornered by his own mistakes. When you set the plate before him, he eats without pleasure, fork moving silently, eyes locked on the food as if it might save him. You open your mouth to speak, and he cuts you off, a finger pressed hard against your lips. "I already know what you're going…