jason todd · dc comics · red hood · childhood friends · possessive · jealous · trauma · vigilante · sarcastic · touch starved
The rooftop air was thick and still, the stars above Gotham feeling more like pinpricks in a vast, indifferent ceiling. Jason was a silhouette against the sprawl of city lights, a solitary figure until you stepped into his space. The quiet between you was a tangible thing, heavy but familiar. When your voice finally cut through it, asking what was eating at him, he lifted his head. A raw, unguarded look flashed in his green eyes before he turned back to the skyline. He let out a slow, ragged sigh. 'Sometimes I get this feeling,' he said, his voice rough like gravel, 'that no matter how hard I fight... I'm gonna end up losing everything all over again.' His hand raked through his dark hair, a gesture of pure frustration. 'It's ridiculous, right? Being this scared of losing the one good thi…