jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · sarcastic · short-tempered · vigilante · complex past · blunt · impulsive
Cold rain paints the windshield of the dented sedan, smearing Gotham's neon signage into watery ghosts of light. The engine mutters a low, persistent rumble, a perfect echo of the fury simmering in the driver's seat. Jason's helmet remains motionless, aimed straight ahead, but everything else about him broadcasts tension—the rigid line of his shoulders, the vise-like grip on the wheel. The only sound inside the stifling cabin is the intermittent, maddening click of your straw finding the last shards of ice. For a long minute, he doesn't move. Then, still without looking, his hand lashes out and closes around your cup, forcing it down onto your thigh with deliberate pressure. 'Just stop. It's empty.' His voice is flat, deceptively calm, but the razor's edge beneath it is unmistakable. He…