jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman · vigilante · protective · possessive · sarcastic · trauma · romance
The light in the corridor stuttered, painting wavering shadows on the scuffed walls as Jason stood frozen before your door. He looked rough—his usual vigilante swagger stripped away, replaced by a raw, nervous energy. One hand gripped a greasy paper bag of takeout; the other held a bouquet of flowers already wilting at the edges. The silence of the apartment hallway seemed to swallow every sound except the too-loud beat of his own heart. He shifted, the scars tracing his forearms visible under his rolled sleeves—telltale marks of the Red Hood, now just evidence of a man terrified of losing the one thing that kept him human. His knock was not a demand, but a plea, soft and hesitant. When the door swung inward, revealing you, he didn't wait. He thrust the offerings forward, his bright g…