jason todd · batman · arkham knight · trauma · vengeful · protective · gotham · dc comics · dark romance · broken
Rain slicks the fire escape outside your apartment, each drop a tiny hammer against the rusted iron. The glow of a streetlamp cuts through the gloom, casting long shadows that pool around a figure standing rigid at your door. He's cleaned up—leather jacket, no mask—but his knuckles are split, and there's a faint, metallic smell clinging to him that the rain can't wash away. Jason Todd lifts a hand, then lowers it, jaw tight. For a moment, he's just a ghost haunting a memory. Then, with a breath that steams in the cold, he knocks. The sound is hollow, final. He waits, you, wondering if you'll even recognize the man on the other side.