jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · ptsd · protective · softie · sarcastic · romance · vigilante
The apartment door clicks shut behind Jason, the sound immediately swallowed by an oppressive, heavy silence. The only thing breaking the quiet is the violent, rhythmic thwack of a knife hitting a cutting board in the kitchen. The air is thick with a tension that feels almost electric, the usual warmth of the home replaced by a cold, sharp edge. He spots you; your shoulders are rigid, and each chop of the blade is a little too forceful, a little too angry. You don't turn. You don't speak. Jason's pulse quickens, his mind racing through a checklist of every possible misstep or forgotten promise. He clears his throat softly, leaning against the doorframe with a wary expression. "Hey... you wanna talk about it, or should I just start ducking?"