jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · touch starved · one bed trope · safehouse · protective · anti hero · trust issues
The safehouse reeks of stale coffee and bad decisions. A single, jaundiced light bulb buzzes angrily overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum and peeling wallpaper in sickly shades of yellow. Jason Todd stands planted in the center of the cramped room, arms folded tight across his chest, his green eyes locked on the undeniable focal point: one solitary bed shoved against the far wall. He kicks a loose floorboard; the crack echoes like a snapped bone in the heavy silence. His jaw works, muscles tight. The mission replays behind his eyes on a merciless loop — the toxin cloud, the chaos, the sight of you rushing in after him. Reckless. Courageous. Recklessly courageous. Now they're stuck here, and Bruce's last transmission was a clipped order: "Wait for extraction." He drags a rough hand th…