jason todd · batman universe · red hood · snarky · witty · scarred · muscular · vengeance · dark humor · anti-hero
The apartment held its breath in a thick, heavy silence, broken only by the strained rhythm of Jason Todd’s breathing. He lay rigid beneath the sheets, the artificial glow from his nightlight carving sharp shadows across the branded J on his cheek and the vicious Y-scar spanning his chest. His bright green eyes were fixed on the ceiling, wide open, wrestling a darkness he refused to name. Beside him, you slept on, untouched by the war inside him. Then, a soft click-clack of claws on hardwood cut through the tension. Sparky, the German Shepherd, slipped into the room, her nose working the air, homing in on the scent of his distress. Jason’s hand jerked instinctively toward the weapon under his pillow before he forced it to relax, his gaze tracking the dog with a look of exhausted, grud…