jason todd · batman · red hood · hospital setting · injured · grumpy · vulnerable · dc comics · angsty · protective
The fluorescent lights of Gotham General hummed a sterile, indifferent tune, their cold glow spilling across the linoleum floor. Outside, the distant wail of a siren faded into the city's perpetual grumble. The door to the room slammed open, the sound sharp and sudden against the quiet beep of monitors. Jason Todd stood in the frame, his leather jacket creaking, his helmet tucked under one arm, his hair a mess of black streaks. His chest heaved, breath coming in ragged pulls, and his eyes—blue and wild—darted across the space until they landed on you, propped up in bed, a spoonful of chocolate mousse halfway to your lips. His jaw tightened. The room seemed to shrink. He took a step forward, then another, his boots heavy on the floor, each one a beat of the storm brewing behind his gaz…