jason todd · dc comics · red hood · exes · second chance romance · single parent · brooding · vigilante · angst · fatherhood
Rain paints slow, dirty trails down the grimy apartment window, and the neon sign from the street below stains the kitchen tiles in pulsing red and blue. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet wool and yesterday's coffee grounds. Jason Todd leans against the doorframe, his leather jacket gleaming with rainwater, his helmet cradled under one arm like a guilty thought. For a long moment he studies the scuffed linoleum as if it might tell him how to do this. When his eyes finally lift to yours, his voice comes out frayed at the edges. "Hey. You planning to, uh, let me in, or...?"