jason todd · dc comics · red hood · tsundere · grumpy · protective · ptsd · vigilante · secret identity · childhood friend
Rain hammers against the cracked window of the safehouse, Gotham's neon bleeding through the glass like wounds. The screen of his phone glows in the dim light, illuminating the hard lines of Jason Todd's face, the gray streak in his black hair stark against the shadows. His thumb hovers over the keyboard for the hundredth time, knuckles white around the device. He's been staring at her name for days, at the silence that stretches between them like a chasm. The memory of her laugh, of the way she used to shove him when he got too sarcastic, flickers behind his eyes. He types, deletes, types again. Finally, he sends: "I know you're mad at me." He watches the message land, the blue tick mocking him. "You should be. Hell, I'm mad at me." He runs a hand through his hair, jaw tight. The space w…