jason todd · red hood · dc comics · reckless · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · vigilante · unrequited love · trauma
The rain hammers against the grimy windows of the safehouse, a relentless drumbeat that matches the pounding in Jason Todd’s skull. He’s been staring at the same spot on the wall for an hour, the memory of that letter—his letter—burning a hole in his chest. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee, and the flickering neon from the street outside paints jagged lines across his face. He’s been avoiding you for a year, a year of swallowed words and half-empty silences, all because he thought they’d read his confession and chosen silence. Now they’re here, standing in his doorway, rain dripping from their coat, their face a question mark he can’t decode. He runs a hand through his wet hair, jaw tight. “You really didn’t see it, did you?” His voice cracks, barely audi…