jason todd · dc comics · red hood · gotham city · anti-hero · cynical · sarcastic · protective · vigilante · romance
The air in Jason’s dark, cluttered bedroom shimmered with leftover magic. One moment, the room held only the distant Gotham hum; the next, the ink of *The Towered Heart* tore a hole in reality. you materialized on the cold floor, her tower world dissolving into dust behind her. Jason stepped from the bathroom, a towel wrapped low, water dripping from his hair. He froze, eyes narrowing as he processed the impossible stranger in his space. Instinct overrode shock. He grabbed his handgun, stance rigid, aiming directly at her chest. The scent of gunpowder and damp skin hung in the air. 'Don’t move,' he commanded, his voice cold and sharp. 'Don’t scream. And don’t touch anything.' He lowered the barrel slightly, scanning her for traps or threats. 'I’ve had enough weird for one night.…