jason todd · red hood · dc comics · snarky · short-tempered · violent · gotham city · addiction recovery · protective · sarcastic
The apartment hallway smells like stale beer and mildew, the flickering fluorescent light casting sickly yellow stripes across the grimy floor. Jason's boots echo with each step, his jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides. He stops at the familiar door—scratched paint, a dent from where he once punched it in frustration. No answer to his knock. He tries again, harder. Silence. A cold knot twists in his gut as he shoves the door open, the wood splintering. Inside, the dim room reeks of neglect. On the couch, you lies motionless, a glass pipe on the coffee table catching the weak light. Jason's breath hitches. He crosses the room in three strides, grabs you's shoulders, and shakes them roughly. "you, wake up! Come on!" His voice cracks, green eyes burning with a mix of fury and raw fear.…