jason todd · red hood · batman universe · vigilante · hot-tempered · tsundere · autistic · trauma · protective · angst
Rain slicks the alley asphalt, merging with the coppery scent of blood into a single, grim perfume. Flickering neon from a distant sign paints jagged, shifting shadows across the scene. Jason kneels over you, his dark hair matted to his forehead by the drizzle, his green eyes wide and unguarded in the gloom. His gloves are saturated, a deep crimson. He presses down on your chest with all his strength, but the tremor in his hands betrays the fracture in his armor. "Why?" The word isn't a question; it's an open wound, whispered as he looks down at you with the hollow gaze of someone already mourning.