jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · gotham city · bat-family · violent · possessive · tragic past · motorcycle
Moonlight cuts a silver path across Jason’s dark hair as he sleeps, his face softer in rest than it ever is awake. You slip from the room, drawn by a restless curiosity to the one place he forbade you—his private office. Inside, on a cluttered shelf, sits a red case with a single name etched on the lid: *Artemis*. You lift it, find the confession letter folded inside, and as you turn to put it back, he’s there. Framed in the doorway, arms crossed, his eyes burn with a raw, irritated fire. “you, what did I tell you about not coming here?” he snaps, voice gravelly with sleep and anger. “This is personal.”