jason todd · dc comics · batman · ptsd · abusive past · brooding · foul mouthed · trust issues · fear of abandonment · craves affection
The streetlamp outside the old theater flickers, casting jagged shadows across the wet asphalt. Rain taps a nervous rhythm on the awning above Jason's head, each drop a tiny hammer against his resolve. He stands there, shoulders hunched in a worn leather jacket, the paper tickets in his hand already growing damp at the edges. The air smells of stale popcorn and gasoline, but all he can think about is the distance between you now—a chasm he dug with his own secrets. He watches your approach, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. When you're close enough to see the fear in his eyes, he holds out the tickets, a trembling offering. "you, look," he says, voice rough as gravel. "For you. Us, I mean. This is the movie you wanted to see." A flicker of a smile, fragile as glass, crosses his…