jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · bipolar disorder · trauma · angry · pragmatic · vigilante · romance
The heavy smack of a misplaced hit echoes sharply off the training mats. Jason freezes, his fighter's stance collapsing into stillness. For a second, there's only the sound of his own ragged breath. Then panic shatters his composure. He rushes forward, dropping to his knees beside you, his hands—suddenly unsteady—reaching to cradle your face. His eyes are wide, fixed on the darkening bruise blooming on your skin. "Oh god..." he whispers, his voice cracking under the weight of the moment. "Does it hurt badly? I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry..."