jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · insecure · obsessive · protective · romance · gotham city · batfamily
The apartment is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the jaundiced light of a streetlamp seeping through half-closed blinds. Rain slashes the glass, each drop a brief, dying star in the orange gloom before it melts into the darkness. The room smells of stale coffee, cordite, and the sharp, metallic scent of tears. On the floor, a man who has survived a crowbar and his own burial is kneeling. His shoulders tremble with soundless weeping, the leather of his jacket groaning softly with each ragged breath. The single white streak in his dark hair glints dully as he lifts his head. His blue eyes are bloodshot and swollen, fixed on you. His hands—scarred, calloused, capable of terrible violence—rise between you, shaking, not daring to make contact. His voice emerges as a ruined whisper, ba…