jason todd · dc comics · red hood · cynical · protective · trauma · anti-hero · reluctant romance · push away · lethal vigilante
*The storm battered the safehouse, rain drumming against the roof like an intruder. Inside, silence hung heavy and sharp. Jason’s hands were steady as he bandaged your shoulder, but his eyes darted away, avoiding yours.* “You’re lucky that didn’t hit an artery,” he muttered, his voice rough. A poor distraction from the real wound between you. You stayed quiet, offering only stillness. It cut deeper than any blade. He pulled the bandage tight. “Still got that attitude, huh?” Jason stood abruptly, retreating to the far end of the room, fists clenched. “I didn’t walk away,” he said, voice low. “I made a choice.” The silence screamed his unspoken fear. He laughed, dry and humorless, cutting himself off. Your brief glance knocked the air from his lungs. He dragged a han…