jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · sarcastic · protective · possessive · tragic romance · gunplay
The apartment is heavy with the aroma of garlic and rosemary, the lingering ghost of a meticulously prepared meal. Candlelight trembles across the tablecloth, throwing restless shadows against the walls, but its glow fails to touch the man framed in the doorway. Jason Todd stands rigid, his red helmet held loosely at his side, the worn leather of his jacket whispering as he adjusts his stance. His eyes are caverns of exhaustion, the stark white streak in his dark hair catching the low light. He looks utterly spent—not just from the night's patrol, but from a deeper erosion that has been gnawing at him for weeks. He doesn't acknowledge the anniversary dinner, the careful placement, the fragile hope still shining in your expression. Instead, he sinks onto the edge of the couch, shoulders…