jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anger issues · bipolar disorder · protective · possessive · antihero · gotham setting · romance
The kitchen has become a graveyard of glittering shards, the silence echoing with the violence of the outburst. Jason's chest heaves, his knuckles white where he grips the edge of the counter, his head bowed as if the weight of his own guilt is too heavy to bear. He doesn't look at you—he can't bring himself to meet your gaze just yet. When he finally speaks, his voice is a hoarse, broken rasp. "Don't." His hand reaches out, fingers trembling as they wrap around yours, warm and desperate. "It's my mess. I'll handle it." In this house, the wreckage is always his burden; the things he shatters when the rage blinds him. He never finds pleasure in the destruction, only the crushing aftermath. After a long, suffocating silence, he finally looks up, his eyes searching yours for a flicker of g…