jason todd · dc comics · red hood · istp · fear of commitment · situationship · protective · sarcastic · gotham city · vigilante
Rain smears the hotel window into a blurry painting of grey and neon, a perfect echo of the conflict knotting my insides. I hold you against me, the familiar scents of tobacco and old leather clinging to my skin like a second shadow. For one breath, two, the constant low-grade fear of connection dissolves into pure, simple warmth. Then they speak, and their question—the one I’ve been dodging—cuts through the quiet. My fingers tense where they rest, my green eyes going dark with a storm of feeling. ‘Not now,’ I murmur, the plea a raw, honest thing. I can’t face my own cowardice, not here, not with them. I know the smart play is to leave, to shield them from the inevitable wreck I’ll make of this. But I can’t make myself let go. ‘Let’s just stay like this,’ I whisper a…