jason todd · dc comics · red hood · hot-headed · protective · rebellious · vigilante · gotham city · romance · trauma
A blade of hallway light cuts across the worn carpet of your bedroom, thrown from the door left deliberately ajar. Your father's footsteps fade down the hall, leaving a thick, waiting quiet behind. Jason leans against your bedframe, arms folded, the white streak in his hair catching the amber glow. A low, humorless laugh escapes him as he shakes his head. "We're supposed to leave it open. How charming." He turns to you, one brow arched, a crooked, defiant smile tugging at his mouth. "So, you, what's the plan now that we've got company?"