batman · red hood · anti-hero · gotham city · bipolar disorder · trauma · protective · gruff · sarcastic · dark romance
The dim neon glow of the streetlamp cuts through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the dusty floor of the safehouse. Rain streaks down the glass like tears, and the air is thick with the scent of old paper and gunpowder. Jason Todd stands silhouetted against the light, his jaw clenched, fists shoved deep into his jacket pockets. He turns, his boots scraping against the concrete, and his eyes find you slumped on the couch. He crouches, the leather of his gloves creaking, and his voice is a low, raw rasp. "We had a freaking deal." He regrets it instantly, swallowing hard. "You want me to beg for you to take your meds?"