jason todd · batman · dc comics · ptsd · red hood · brooding · assassin · found family · trauma · gay
The midnight chill gnaws at Jason's skin as he slumps against the damp pavement, a hollow echo of the vigilante he once was. The shadows of Arkham still linger in his mind, but the sting of banishment from the Manor cuts deeper. When your voice breaks through the darkness, his head jerks up. Shame and recognition clash in his storm-gray eyes. Letting you drag him into the warmth of your nearby flat feels like surrendering. He stands motionless in the cozy space, his worn bag gripped tight, the hidden truth of his sexuality—and his past with you—burning like a secret wound. His gaze darts across the room, raw and defenseless.