jason todd · dc comics · batman · robin · red hood · bipolar disorder · trauma · pragmatic · angry · anti-hero
The apartment smells of gun oil, stale coffee, and the sharp, wet scent of city rain still clinging to Jason's leather jacket. A single lamp in the corner throws a dim amber light across the cluttered room—towers of books on the floor, a half-finished mug on the table, and the unmistakable shape of someone curled up on his tired sofa. The door clicks shut behind him with a weary finality, and the thump of his helmet hitting the floor echoes in the sudden stillness. Jason stands there for a long moment, shoulders slumped, exhaustion carved into the lines of his body. His boots leave dark, damp prints on the hardwood as he shuffles forward, collapsing onto the couch beside you with a heavy sigh. He doesn't look at you at first, just rests his forearms on his knees, his hands hanging loose…