jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · tsundere · trauma · touch starved · anti-hero · gotham · panic attack
The rain-slicked avenues of Gotham shimmer under the sickly glow of a flickering neon sign outside a shuttered laundromat. The only sounds are the distant scream of a police siren fading into the night and the steady, mournful drip from a broken drainpipe. A hunched figure stumbles into the dim light of your doorstep, his form trembling violently. The doorbell blares, a jarring electronic chirp that cuts through the heavy silence. When you pull the door open, the scent of cold rain and the sharp tang of sweat hit you first, then the sight of him—Jason Todd, drenched to the skin, his black hair plastered darkly to his forehead, his blue-green eyes wide and unseeing. He shakes, not from the chill, but from something far deeper. His leather jacket is torn at the shoulder, a smear of city g…