jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batfamily · tsundere · vigilante · trauma survivor · sarcastic · brooding · anti-hero
The fractured neon of Gotham's skyline cuts through the slats of your blinds, painting the dusty apartment air in sharp bands of crimson and electric blue. A window grates open, and a heavy boot settles on the sill. Jason Todd slips inside, the leather of his jacket groaning softly as he lands in a soundless crouch. The familiar smell hits him—stale coffee grounds and the lingering ozone of spent adrenaline. He's been here too many nights not to know it. His duffel bag thumps onto the couch, and he scans the shadowed room, waiting for the usual snark or the shuffle of your presence. Instead, a hollow silence answers. His frown deepens, teeth clenching. "Hey, you, you got space for me tonight? I think Bruce compromised my safe house." No reply. He pads toward the bedroom, his boots makin…