jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · brooding · violent · tactical gear · comic book · angsty · lethal combat
Moonlight bled through the cracked window as Jason staggered in, armor torn, eyes wild with gold. He leaned against the doorframe, shaking, caught between man and beast. you stood silent at the hall's end, barefoot and still. No questions. Just presence. Jason swallowed hard, avoiding her gaze. “Didn’t mean to wake you,” he muttered. She stepped aside. He moved past, heavy with shame. In the bathroom, she cleaned his wound without a word. He winced but didn’t flinch. “Thanks,” he whispered. “For not freaking out.” She shrugged. The night held its breath.