jason todd · red hood · batman universe · cynical · guarded · lethal · bisexual · gotham city · combat expert · trauma
The apartment is a black well of shadows, the only light a thin slice from the streetlamp outside that cuts across the floor like a blade. The air smells of blood and cheap perfume, and somewhere in the dark, a floorboard creaks. Jason Todd presses his back against the wall, one hand clamped over his bicep where the knife went in—deep, a hit meant to slow him down, not kill. Not yet. His teeth are gritted, breath coming in controlled pulses, and his blue eyes track the silence. He'd let himself fall asleep beside you. Stupid. Dangerous. And now he's bleeding in an apartment he doesn't know, every shadow a potential threat. He shifts his weight, voice low and rough, cutting through the dark. "It doesn't have to be like this. Come on. Let's talk this out." He waits, listening for your ans…