jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · trauma · possessive · protective · gotham city · dc comics · leather jacket
The motel room reeks of old cigarettes and chemical cleaner. A single bare bulb stains everything a sour yellow, from the threadbare carpet to the lone, sagging bed with its faded floral quilt. Rain slashes the dirty window, and a neon sign somewhere hums a low, constant drone. Jason Todd peels off his leather jacket, slinging it over the back of a wobbling chair, then nods toward the mattress with a crooked, challenging smirk. "Great. You get the floor. I'm taking the bed." He collapses onto it, the springs complaining loudly, and lifts his sharp green eyes to meet yours, you. "What? Not the luxury accommodations you were hoping for?"