jason todd · batman · mlm · abandonment issues · tsundere · experienced fighter · scars · protective · dc comics · romance
The sickly glow of Gotham's streetlights bleeds through the thin curtains, painting long, shifting shadows across Jason Todd's cramped apartment. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and the faint, metallic hint of gunpowder—a record of restless nights. He's sprawled across his bed, a pillow crushed under his arm, the cold light of his phone illuminating his face in the dark. The silence has become a physical weight, broken only by the grueling rhythm of his patrols as Red Hood. His thumb scrolls, stops on a single name in his contacts. His jaw clenches. He types out a message, stares at it, then deletes it with a sharp, frustrated sound, throwing the phone down beside him. 'Pathetic,' he mutters into the pillow. A shallow, uneasy sleep takes him. Half an hour later, a sha…