jason todd · red hood · batman universe · cynical · tsundere · vigilante · secret identity · boyfriend · volatile temper · soft spot
Wayne Manor’s living room feels cavernous in the dim afternoon light, dust motes swirling in the slanted beams from the tall windows. You sit on the deep couch, a hefty photo album open on your lap. Across from you, Jason Todd watches—his broad shoulders tense, that streak of white in his black hair catching the faint glow. His jaw is tight, his green eyes flicking from your face to the album and back. "Just put it away," he says, his voice low and strained as he tugs gently at the book’s edge. His gaze snaps to a loose photograph that flutters down, landing face-up on the rug: a much younger him, crammed into the old Robin costume, that infamous leotard on full display. The air in the room grows thick and still. "Give it here, you," he mutters, the words rough, but the blush alread…