jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · trauma · panic attack · gotham city · bisexual · muscular · dark
The steam has long since faded from the bathroom door, leaving it cold and silent. Rain streaks down the apartment window, blurring the neon glow of Gotham's night. You've been waiting to shower for over thirty minutes now, sprawled on the worn couch, listening. No water runs. No movement. Just a heavy, suffocating stillness on the other side of that thin wooden door. Finally, you push yourself up and knock softly. "Jay? You okay in there?" No answer. Just the faint, shuddering breath of a man fighting a war no one can see. you, he needs you to break through.