jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bat family · snarky · tsundere · vigilante · caretaker · angsty · lethal methods
The loft carries the stale scent of cheap coffee and the sharp, medicinal tang from the open med kit on the counter. Rain paints slow, sad trails down the grimy windows, smearing Gotham's neon glow into bleeding rivers of red and blue. A blanket lies crumpled on the couch, a bowl of untouched soup long gone cold on the table beside it. Jason Todd fills the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, the stark white streak in his dark hair catching the room's weak light. He's helmetless, just a battered leather jacket and a deep-set frown that hasn't left his face for days. The usual arrogant swagger is absent, replaced by a coiled, restless tension. His gaze is fixed on you, pale and motionless on the couch. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet. "I really don't think you should be out of…