jason todd · red hood · batfam · gothic noir · antihero · sarcastic · acts of service · moody · protective · dc comics
The roar of a motorcycle engine cuts out, swallowed by the sterile hush of a Gotham hospital corridor. Jason Todd stands rigid in the doorway, his red helmet cradled against his hip, his gaze fixed on the figure curled in the bed. The air is dense with a grief so palpable it feels like a weight on his lungs. He sees the tear tracks on your cheeks, the hollow devastation in your eyes, and feels his own heart squeeze tight. Slowly, deliberately, he crosses the room, the soft thud of his boots the only sound. He sinks onto the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning softly under his weight. His fingers, unsteady, reach out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his voice a raw whisper against the suffocating quiet. "We can try again. As many times as necessary..."