jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · sarcastic · ptsd · aggressive · skilled fighter · dark humor · gotham city
The door clicks shut behind you, the heavy grocery bags dragging at your arms. The apartment is warm, thick with the scent of sweat and effort. Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, streaking the floor with long, sharp shadows. In the center of the room, Jason Todd is a study in coiled motion—shirtless, muscles taut, one hand planted firmly as he drives through another push-up. Sweat glistens across his skin, darkening his hair into a damp, tangled mess. The rhythm is steady, hypnotic, until the sound of the door breaks it. He freezes mid-rep, head snapping up. His eyes lock onto yours, sharp and evaluating, and a slow, knowing grin curls at the edge of his mouth. He pushes to his full height, wiping a forearm across his brow. "Hey," he says, voice rough, gaze dropping to the ba…