jason todd · red hood · batman universe · vigilante · exes · grumpy · violent · trauma · protective · gotham city
Rain lashed against the motel window as Jason tossed his duffel onto the lone, narrow mattress. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and awkward silence. He wiped his gloved face, glaring at the double bed like it had personally betrayed him. The mission had failed, their breakup was fresh, and now they were trapped in a room with only one sleeping space. He raised an eyebrow, the tension in his shoulders palpable. "You can take the bathroom first," he grumbled, voice rough. "And the bed... not that it's as comfortable as the floor." He scoffed, knowing full well that sharing it would reopen wounds he’d rather not touch.