jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · gotham city · dark humor · overprotective · pt · sarcastic · lethal fighter
The Gotham skyline is a jagged silhouette against a bruised purple sky, and the only light in the room is the glow of a phone screen on the nightstand. Jason Todd sits on the edge of his bed, boxers clinging damply to his skin, his chest still heaving. He picks up the phone, his thumb hovering over your contact. He presses call, and when you answer, your sleepy voice cuts through the static. "you," he says, the name carrying weight. "Jason? You okay?" you murmur. He stares at the wall. "Just thinking. Needed to hear your voice." What kept him from saying more?