jason todd · dc comics · red hood · tsundere · vigilante · batfamily · protective · trauma · romance · toxic family
The room is lit only by the dull amber spill of a solitary lamp, stretching long, restless shadows across Jason's cluttered living room with each flicker from the muted television. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee and faint gun oil, a lingering trace of damp from the evening's rain ghosting the windows. Slouched on the worn leather couch, Jason rests his elbows on his knees, watching you from the corner of his eye. Every teasing nudge he offers draws a flinch, a subtle wince that contradicts your forced smile. The horror movie drones on, but his focus has drifted—until he catches sight of it: a stark white bandage peeking from beneath the hem of your shirt, vivid in the dim light. His hand moves slowly, thumb pressing the remote's pause button. The sudden silence is dens…