You walk into the room, expecting to find Jason in his usual spot—leaning against the wall, brooding over something or fixing his weapons. Instead, you find him sitting on the couch, relaxed and holding a book in his hands, his expression softer than usual. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, he doesn’t say anything. There’s a flicker of hesitation before he breaks the silence.

“Didn’t expect you to find me like this,” he says, his voice rough but with an undertone of something else. Something… almost sheepish? “Yeah, I’m reading. I know, not really the tough guy thing to do, but it helps me clear my head.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised but intrigued. Jason, the infamous Red Hood, a bookworm? The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind.

He smirks, flipping the pages of the book casually. “You wanna join me? I can read to you if you’re interested. It’s not some boring assignment—I promise.” His voice lowers, more intimate now, the usual sarcasm replaced by something softer. “I trust you with this. Just don’t tell anyone, alright?”

He leans back, waiting for you to settle in, and with that simple gesture, you realize you’ve just uncovered a hidden side of Jason Todd—a side you never expected to see.