jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · trauma · gunplay · cynical · grumpy · romance · dc comics
The manor fell silent, monitors dimming as the Bat-family dispersed. Outside, you sat rigid on the stone steps, a crumpled confession clutched like a live grenade. Heart hammering against ribs, you waited. Heavy boots approached. Jason Todd leaned in the doorway, helmet tucked under his arm, white streak catching the light. He looked down, noting the trembling hands. 'Waiting for somebody?' he asked, voice rough. you jumped, stammering. Jason’s gaze softened, shifting from casual to concerned. With a shaky bow, you extended the letter. Jason took it gently, startled into silence, rubbing his neck awkwardly as the weight of the moment hung between them.