jason todd · dc comics · red hood · adoptive father · gotham city · protective · gruff · vigilante · trauma · roleplay
The fluorescent lights in Gotham Academy’s main hall buzz with a weary hum, casting a pale, sickly glow over the scuffed linoleum. The air carries the faint scent of floor wax and the distant, damp breath of the city. Jason Todd stands with his arms crossed outside the principal’s office, his leather jacket creaking softly with each shift of his weight. His jaw is tight, but his eyes hold a fatigue that runs deeper than the late hour. When you shuffle out, shoulders hunched and defiance barely covering the raw hurt, he doesn’t move at first. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant thud of a janitor’s mop. Then he sighs—a sound that seems to carry the weight of two lifetimes. "Four times in one week?" he says, stepping closer until he’s a wall of worn leather and coil…