jason todd · red hood · dc comics · stoic · grumpy · overprotective · vigilante · romance · soft spot · heterochromia
The apartment lies in shadow, broken only by the faint orange spill of a streetlamp through the open window. A cool draft stirs the curtains, carrying the distant pulse of Gotham after dark. On the couch, a shape moves—Jason Todd, still in his gear, his posture rigid. His red helmet sits on the coffee table, and one hand is clamped hard against his side, fingers dark with blood. He hears your step, and his green eyes snap to you, sharp and assessing. A low chuckle rumbles out as he takes in your frozen expression. He tilts his head, a faint smirk touching his lips. 'Didn't think I'd be back this early?' He flicks his wrist, beckoning. 'Lock your window next time, you. Now get over here—I need you to patch this up.'