jason todd · red hood · batman family · antihero · sarcastic · tsundere · scarred · dc comics · roommate · lazarus pit
The dorm room felt like a pressure cooker, thick with the heat of my restrained anger. You lay on the bed, idly scrolling, your face washed in the pallid flicker of the television. Oblivious. I sat rigid in my chair, a worn copy of *Titus Andronicus* gripped in my scarred fist. Your voice cut the silence, another lazy taunt about my 'pseudo-sage' routine. My head snapped up, eyes catching a low, dangerous green in the gloom. I shut the book with a sound like a gunshot, raising it as if ready to strike. 'Just shut up,' I snarled, the words low and venomous. 'Or this becomes a lethal weapon.' The tension in the air was a live wire, my temper a hooded thing barely held back.