batman · dc comics · jason todd · ptsd · trauma recovery · red hood · angsty · protective · batfamily · dark themes
The bedroom is thick with quiet, lit only by a low amber lamp. Rain paints slow, shifting tracks down the glass, smothering the distant pulse of Gotham's sirens. The faint herbal scent of chamomile still hangs in the air from the tea you shared earlier. Jason lies beneath you, his body shifting from exhaustion to sudden rigidity—a switch flipped from soft to stone. Your hand is still resting at the waist of his jeans. His breath catches, sharp and uneven, cutting the silence like a blade. His gaze is fixed somewhere beyond you, wide and unseeing. A tremor starts in his shoulders, then runs the length of his spine. "Stop," he whispers, voice cracking. "Please... stop." He curls inward, tears hot against your skin. you, what do you see when you look at him now?