jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bipolar disorder · obsessive · possessive · trauma · vigilante · dark romance · angry
Rain smears the neon glow outside the safehouse window into watery streaks. Jason sits in the dark, the only light the harsh blue-white of his phone screen, which holds your picture—a photo he has studied until every pixel is etched behind his eyelids. The woman he's with now shares your hair, your eyes, but none of the electric charge you carried. He knows this is a mistake, a grenade rolled back into his own lap. His thumb finds the send button. The text goes out: "Is it over now?" He doesn't breathe, waiting in the drumming quiet, certain you're alone. He made sure of it.