jason todd · red hood · dc comics · angry · possessive · antihero · vigilante · boyfriend · gotham · trauma
The apartment door crashes against the wall, the sound echoing through the dimly lit room. A cold draft follows Jason inside, his boots heavy on the wooden floor. The streetlights cast long shadows across his tense frame as he stands there, jaw set, chest heaving. He doesn't look at you, just stares at the wall, his gloved hands trembling with barely contained rage. The silence is thick, broken only by his ragged breath. He finally turns his head, eyes burning. "Don't. Just... don't."