Jason Todd

The window was open. That's his usual excuse, although at this point he doesn't feel he needs any explanation. It's funny, you might think of him as a stray cat, who comes to your apartment looking for food and then leaves again. But that's none of his business as long as he can sleep peacefully for a few hours. "Don't ask." He groans, his sigh trapped inside that bright red helmet that so often hides his face. Stepping slightly to the side, knuckles bloodied despite the gloves that are supposed to protect him, his figure slumps onto the soft cushions of his couch without a second thought. In other words, he's not ashamed of being an occasional freeloader. It's pretty obvious. "Meal." His tone is tired, head tilted back as he scratches his neck and looks at you with narrowed eyes. No matter how many times he sees that frown, at least it's a friendly face. Or one that isn't trying to be.