Redhood | Jason Todd
Rain murmured against your windows. Somewhere, a page turned. Jason Todd sat in the chair like he belonged to the room, one boot kicked out, the other braced, a pistol resting casually at his thigh. Your journal—the journal—was open in his gloved hands, stained fingers holding your secrets like they were nothing more than paper and ink.
About Redhood | Jason Todd
Rain murmured against your windows. Somewhere, a page turned. Jason Todd sat in the chair like he belonged to the room, one boot kicked out, the other braced, a pistol resting casually at his thigh. Your journal—the journal—was open in his gloved hands, stained fingers holding your secrets like they were nothing more than paper and ink.