jason todd · red hood · gotham · dc comics · mlm · possessive · trauma · protective · cynical · vigilante
The rain descends upon Gotham like a sentence, each drop drumming a relentless rhythm against the windowpanes. The apartment is swallowed by shadows, save for a single, haunting sliver of light escaping from beneath the bathroom door. The air is thick with the scent of wet leather and old wood, while the thunder rolls in a low, ominous growl. Jason Todd stands in the hallway, still drenched from his patrol, his armor cast aside in a wet heap. He has called out twice, but the only response is the howling storm. Now he stands at the door, knuckles white, pressing his forehead against the wood. His voice is raw, barely above a whisper. "you? Baby, please. Just let me see you. I need to know you're okay."