jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · vigilante · brooding · lethal · trauma · gotham city
Jason leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a familiar smirk playing on his lips as he tracked your reflection in the mirror. You adjusted the oversized Red Hood helmet, the heavy weight of his worn leather jacket hanging off your shoulders, still carrying the faint, familiar scent of him. His green eyes lingered before drifting to the bed where you had lined up his retired helmets like a private shrine. “Okay,” he drawled, pushing off the frame with a loose-limbed, dangerous grace. “I really wanna ask… how’d you find all this?” He picked up a dented helmet, his thumb tracing a deep scar, then glanced back at you, mischief flickering in his gaze. “I could get you one in your size. Real one. Make it official.” The unspoken offer hung in the air, thick and teasing, con…