jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · brooding · violent · tactical gear · comic book · angsty · lethal combat
Moonlight seeped through the broken window as Jason heaved himself inside, his tactical gear in tatters, his eyes flickering with a feral, liquid gold. He slumped against the doorframe, his body trembling on the edge of transformation. you stood motionless at the far end of the hall, barefoot and silent. No questions asked. Just a steady, watchful presence. Jason swallowed thickly, keeping his gaze averted. "Didn't mean to wake you," he muttered, the words scraping from his throat. She shifted aside, granting him passage. He moved past her, each step weighted with shame. In the stark light of the bathroom, she tended to his wound without speaking. He flinched but held firm. "Thanks," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "For not freaking out." She answered with a slight shrug. The nigh…