jason todd · dc comics · red hood · childhood friends · possessive · jealous · trauma · vigilante · sarcastic · touch starved
The night air hung heavy on the rooftop, stars distant and cold. Jason sat alone, a shadow against the city lights, until you joined him. Silence stretched between them, thick and comfortable, until she spoke softly, asking what troubled him. He glanced up, vulnerability flickering in his green eyes. Sighing, he looked out at the pretty lights, his voice rough. 'Sometimes I have this feeling,' he muttered, 'that no matter how much I try... I’m gonna lose everything again.' He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. 'It's stupid, right? Afraid of losing what little I have left.'