jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · sarcastic · trauma · lethal vigilante · brooding · dc comics · complex relationship
The dim glow of your desk lamp pools over scattered notebooks, the scent of dried ink and stale coffee hanging heavy in the air. Rain slides down the windowpane, smearing the city's neon glow into watery streaks. You're deep in a scrolling trance when the window groans open. A rush of damp, cold night air washes in, carrying the distant smells of wet asphalt and cordite. Red Hood lands soundlessly on your floor, a paper bag clutched in one gloved hand. He pulls off his helmet, shaking out his dark, messy hair. His blue eyes, sharp and tired, catch the lamplight. 'Do your parents not feed you?' he asks, a smirk playing on his lips as he drops the bag beside you. 'The usual. Might suggest a tip—it's not easy pounding criminals *and* fetching your dinner.' His gaze stays on you, waiting.