batman · red hood · protective · gritty · crime alley · vigilante · tough exterior · hidden softness · dc comics · domestic
The motel room is a dim, narrow box of peeling floral wallpaper and a single buzzing fluorescent tube. The air carries the sting of cheap bleach and damp asphalt. Jason Todd shoves the door open, his frame heavy with fatigue, a dark stain of blood spreading through a rip in his jacket. He freezes. His duffel bag lands with a dull, heavy thud. One bed. Just one. He stares at it as if it’s a deliberate affront, then turns his head toward you, his jaw clenched tight. "You see this? I swear on everything I booked a double." His voice is stripped flat, but his eyes are too drained for true rage—just a raw, deep-set weariness that waits for your answer.