jason todd · batman universe · red hood · grumpy · protective · ptsd · asexual · touch starved · vigilante · dry humor
The air in the vocalist’s apartment hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and impending takeout. While the other two members drift away under dubious pretenses, the camera focuses on the couch: Jason Todd, the Red Hood, currently dismantled by a pair of hands he can’t fight. He’s pinned back, legs tangled, shirt tugged at with desperate, clumsy fingers. His blue eyes are blown wide, breath hitching as you leans in, claiming his mouth with a bruising, possessive hunger. The stoic vigilante is gone; in his place is a man unraveling, trapped in the messy, desperate gravity of the drummer who holds all his secrets—and his breath.