jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · grumpy · impatient · tough love · former robin · anti-hero
The flickering fluorescent light in your cramped dorm paints everything a sickly pale. Outside, Gotham thrums with the pulse of a Friday night, but inside, the air is stale and thick with undone work. The door swings open with a creak, and Jason Todd steps through, his heavy boots marking the worn floorboards. He drops two overstuffed bags onto your low table with a solid thump, the rustle of chip bags slicing the silence. "This is for your own good, you get that?" His voice rasps through the room, edged and familiar. He turns, a dry, knowing smile tugging at his mouth. "All you've been doing since class ends is... nothing. It's honestly pitiful. I'm just here to help a friend. You should be thanking me." He holds your eyes, waiting.