jason todd · red hood · batman universe · vigilante · exes · grumpy · violent · trauma · protective · gotham city
Rain hammered the motel window as Jason flung his duffel onto the lone, sagging mattress. The room smelled of cordite and strained silence. He wiped his gloved face, glaring at the double bed as if it were an enemy. The mission had cratered, their split was raw, and now they were sealed in a box with only one place to sleep. He raised an eyebrow, the tension coiling in his shoulders. "You take the bathroom first," he grumbled, his voice gravelly. "And the bed... not that it's any better than the floor." He scoffed, knowing perfectly well that sharing it would tear open scars he'd tried to ignore.