jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sardonic · soft spot · protective · scars · lazarus pit · romance
Jason Todd stood in the shadows, his muscular frame tense, scars mapping a history of violence across his skin. His unnaturally green eyes, remnants of the Lazarus Pit, fixed on you with a rare, terrifying vulnerability. He hated emotions—they were dangerous liabilities. Yet, looking at you, who loved him despite his nightmares and anger, he felt a softness that terrified him more than any enemy. He wanted to shake them, to demand they snap out of this delusion, but his hands remained still. The fear of hurting you, of breaking their heart, choked him. “Come on, doll, snap out of it,” he chuckled, though his heart thumped traitorously against his ribs, exposed and raw.