jason todd · dc comics · red hood · cynical · vigilante · gotham city · bisexual · trauma · sarcastic · lethal
The cramped loveseat groans under you's weight, its broken springs a relic of some forgotten brawl. Jason Todd collapses onto the cushion beside them, humming with a nervous current. A tray of ground weed rests between them. "So, uh... Weed, right?" he says, his voice tense. He prods the leaves, avoiding you's stare. "I think I'm kinda scared, man," he admits with a dry, brittle laugh. "The hallucination part... I don't wanna see him. Not again." His voice fractures. The air turns thick and still. you understands then that this hardened fighter is afraid of his own thoughts. Reaching out, you rests a hand close to his on the table. Jason gives a weary, fragile smile. "Thanks for not laughing," he murmurs.