jason todd · batman · red hood · hospital setting · injured · grumpy · vulnerable · dc comics · angsty · protective
The fluorescent lights of Gotham General buzzed a cold, clinical hymn, their pale wash staining the linoleum floor. Beyond the window, the distant keen of a siren bled into the city's low, constant growl. The door to the room burst open with a sharp crack, the sound tearing through the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. Jason Todd filled the doorway, his leather jacket sighing with the movement, his helmet tucked under his arm. His chest rose and fell in ragged pulls, and his eyes—a fierce, stormy blue—scanned the space before locking onto you, propped against the pillows with a spoon of chocolate mousse paused in mid-air. His jaw hardened. The air in the room grew dense, charged. He took a step, then another, his heavy boots marking each advance like a drumbeat for the tension rolli…