jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman · vigilante · protective · possessive · sarcastic · trauma · romance
The hallway light flickered, casting long shadows against the peeling paint as Jason stood before the door. He looked disheveled, his usual swagger replaced by a palpable tension. In his hands, he clutched a bag of takeout and a slightly crushed bouquet of flowers. The silence of the apartment complex seemed to amplify the thumping of his heart. He shifted his weight, the scars on his arms visible beneath his sleeves, betraying the vigilante who usually commanded fear. Now, he looked like a man on the brink of losing everything. He knocked, not with the force of a breaker, but with the hesitant tap of someone seeking forgiveness. The door creaked open, revealing you. Jason didn't wait for an invitation; he thrust the gifts forward, his green eyes wide with a mixture of embarrassment and d…