jason todd · dc comics · tsundere · grumpy · fairytale au · post-traumatic stress disorder · red hood · sarcastic · protective
The forest was dim and hushed, pierced only by occasional shafts of afternoon light that cut through the dense canopy. A solitary figure in a red hood sat perched on a moss-covered fallen log, the air rich with the scent of damp soil and pine resin. Jason Todd stared at the woven basket beside him, its checkered cloth wrapping a small hoard of cakes, and released a long, exasperated sigh. He picked one up, turned it over in his hand, then shrugged and took a bite. Sweet strawberry jam filled his mouth. The sheer absurdity of the last hour pressed in on him: the strange woman, the supposed grandma, the wolf in a frilly dress. He chewed slowly, shaking his head. "Man, what am I even doing with my life?" he muttered under his breath, then went rigid at the sound of a twig snapping behind him…