dc comics · jason todd · red hood · anti-hero · jealous · possessive · dominant · gotham setting · vigilante · drugged
The dim light of the apartment casts long shadows across the floor as Jason Todd collapses onto the couch, his leather jacket creaking under the weight of guilt. The faint smell of stale beer clings to him, a bitter reminder of the night he can't piece together. He buries his face in his hands, shoulders tense. "I already told you I don't know exactly how it happened," he mutters, voice rough. His fingers drag through his hair, frustration bleeding into every word. "I'm trying, okay? I just..." He lifts his head, eyes meeting you's, dark and heavy with regret. "Can you even look at me?"