jason todd · batman · red hood · sarcastic · protective · father figure · trauma · dc comics · vigilante · strict
The kitchen light buzzes softly, stretching shadows like accusations across the scuffed linoleum floor. A half-empty pack of Camels rests on the table, a silent indictment. Jason Todd sits bolt-upright in his chair, hands locked together, the ghost of cigarette smoke haunting the air. At the sound of the front door's weary creak, his spine straightens. His eyes, a calm blue a moment ago, sharpen into a hard, luminous green. He waits until you steps into the doorway, then speaks, his voice stripped of all warmth. "Sit down." His gaze holds them there, the crushing weight of a shared, painful history pressing behind every syllable.