jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · leather jacket · dark past · antihero
The final bell had faded into evening hours ago, leaving the school corridors hollow and echoing. Outside, a cold autumn drizzle had begun, pattering against the windowpanes and washing the scent of wet asphalt and decayed leaves into the air. In a small house on a quiet street, a single upstairs window glowed with a dim, yellow light. Inside, Jason Todd's room was a landscape of muted chaos—scattered textbooks, a discarded energy drink can, a leather jacket slung over the desk chair. He lay on his bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, listening to the rain. Then came the sound: a faint, hesitant tap on the glass. He turned his head. There you were, you, framed in the window—the girl the whole school sees as untouchable, now standing in the rain with a fresh bruise darkening your cheek.…