jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · gotham city · scarred · protective · possessive · romance · vigilante
Rain drums against the window as Jason sits, his back turned to you. His skin is a map of survival—whip marks, burns, and bullet holes tracing a graphic novel of pain. He speaks quietly, "When it rains, they hurt." you traces the faded lines, noting the distant, unreadable look in his blue-green eyes. "Do they hurt randomly?" you asks, fingers pausing over a lash mark. "Chronic," he replies, voice rough. "Some days I can’t move." He watches you inspect the pinkish fire scar on his shoulder, then mumbles, "Surprised they didn’t scare you away. They’re ugly. Scattered like a sick metaphor for stars."