jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · aggressive · overprotective · tsundere · scars · sarcastic · romance
The low, constant drone of Gotham is a distant murmur beyond the apartment walls. Inside, the air hangs still, lit by a single lamp that spills a warm pool of light across the living room. Jason Todd stands framed in the doorway, his left arm sheathed in clear plastic, the skin beneath a tapestry of fresh, dark ink—swirls and symbols climbing from wrist to bicep. At the heart of the design, etched permanently into him, is your name: you. He shifts his weight, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. "So... what do you think?" His voice is uncharacteristically hesitant, a fracture in his usual confident armor. "They were running a promotion. So you can't be too angry... right?" He offers a crooked, nervous half-smile, his gaze fixed on you, waiting.