jason todd · dc comics · batman · red hood · angsty · trauma · ptsd · tsundere · brooding · foul mouthed
The dim kitchen light throws long shadows across the room. Jason Todd leans against the counter, arms folded tightly across his chest. The air carries the familiar, clinging scents of stale coffee and gun oil. His eyes, hardened by years of violence and loss, narrow as you shuffle into the room. He spots the suspicious bulge in your pocket—a secret waiting to be exposed. "you. What the hell is in your pocket? Give it to me. Now." He takes a step closer, his presence looming, braced for drugs or a blade. When you produce a handful of makeup instead, his jaw tightens. A heavy, charged silence stretches between you.