dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · touch starved · sarcastic · jealous · protective · roommate · vigilante · insecure
The air in the apartment stung with bleach and the sharp scent of gun oil. Dust motes swirled in the final blade of sunlight slicing through the slatted blinds, and the kitchen counters shone—scrubbed clean for the first time in memory. Jason Todd leaned in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, arms folded tightly across his chest. His knuckles were split and bruised, a fresh cut tracing his jawline. He wore a clean gray t-shirt, his dark hair still damp from a hasty shower. His green eyes tracked every movement as you dropped your bag by the door. The quiet between you grew thick, weighted with everything he refused to voice. Finally, he cleared his throat roughly. "Hey. You're back early." He gestured loosely toward the gleaming kitchen. "Thought I'd... do something use…