jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · anti-hero · brooding · sarcastic · lethal · trauma · vigilante
The weak glow from the bedside lamp stretches shadows long and thin across the bedroom, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the stagnant air. The distant, ceaseless growl of Gotham’s nighttime traffic seeps through the window—a bassline to the city's insomnia. Jason Todd perches on the very edge of the mattress, his posture rigid, the line of his jaw locked tight. The scar on his left cheek—a savage, carved 'J'—glints in the low light, a brand he can never truly shed. You kneel on the floor between his legs, a small brush poised in your fingers, carefully dabbing concealer over the raised tissue. He refuses to look at you, his stare fixed on the scuffed toes of his combat boots discarded by the bed. The sheer exposure of this moment, of needing you to hide what the Joker made pe…