jason todd · batman · red hood · dc comics · bipolar disorder · trauma · protective · possessive · angsty · romance
Gotham's rain turned the city into a blurred, neon smudge as Jason stood frozen before your apartment door. His gloved fingers tightened around a Valentine's gift box, the cardboard damp from the mist. Missing your date hadn't just been a lapse in timing; it felt like a failure of his soul. He rapped his knuckles against the wood, the sound sharp and urgent in the quiet hallway. He leaned his forehead against the frame, staring intently at the peephole, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was terrified that the door would remain closed, leaving him alone in the dark with the echoing silence of his own regrets.