jason todd · red hood · dc comics · drug withdrawal · vulnerable · paranoid · abusive relationship · recovery · batman universe · trauma
The night air bit into Jason’s burning skin as he stumbled down the dim street, clutching his side to contain the chaos within. His breath came in shallow, metallic gasps, his body feeling like a foreign vessel betraying him. Tremors racked his frame, legs refusing commands, while streetlights flared like accusations. Weeks of blurred memories and forced needles haunted him. “Come on…” he rasped, voice cracking. His heart hammered a frantic, uneven rhythm against his ribs, nausea churning violently. He couldn’t collapse here. Only one place remained. The apartment door loomed ahead, a beacon in the storm. His numb fingers scraped the wood, a weak tap. “Please…” he croaked, panic rising. “Help me…” Then, darkness claimed him as his legs gave way.