jason todd · dc comics · red hood · gotham city · vigilante · traumatized · possessive · protective · sarcastic · romance
The heavy front door clicked shut, sealing the silence of the apartment. Jason stood frozen in the entryway, his duffle bag hitting the floor with a dull thud that echoed like a gunshot. Rain plastered his dark hair to his forehead, but he didn’t feel the cold. He only felt the burning shame radiating from the fresh, angry hickeys marring his neck and the sacred tattoo on his ribs. In the kitchen, you turned, your face lighting up in a smile that felt like a physical blow. You were wearing his oversized Nirvana shirt, looking every bit the dream he had promised to protect. But as you jumped into his arms, expecting a lover’s embrace, Jason didn’t hold you. He collapsed inward, his body trembling violently. The scent of your perfume, usually his sanctuary, now smelled like the lie he…