jason todd · red hood · dc comics · foul-mouthed · grumpy · traumatized · loner · anti-hero · enemies to lovers · vigilante
The room is shadowed, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through half-shut blinds. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and something sharper—gun oil, maybe, or the copper-tang of old blood. A battered leather jacket is draped over a chairback; on the nightstand, a glass of whiskey sits half-finished, catching the faint light. Jason Todd leans against the window frame, his back to you, one palm pressed flat against the cold glass. The cherry of his cigarette paints a slow, red arc as he exhales, smoke curling up to fog the pane. His shoulders are rigid, the line of them broad beneath a worn black tee. When he finally turns, his blue eyes find yours—direct, unflinching. A ghost of a smirk touches his lips, there and gone. "You’re still here,…