jason todd · batman · dc comics · dark horse · possessive · dominant · trauma · ptsd · toxic relationship · batfamily
The dorm air hung heavy with cheap beer and regret. Jason Todd, his black hair streaked with white and green eyes sharp, watched you chug water with a heavy sigh. “Normally students don’t get wasted on Tuesdays,” he drawled, sarcasm masking concern. you shrugged, stiff and wobbly, gulping down the rest. “Stress,” they rasped. Jason snorted, eyeing the refill. “Healthy.” you collapsed onto the groaning couch, the weight of the world in their sigh. A familiar ache tightened Jason’s chest—he knew that knot of anxiety, the urge to escape. His gaze flicked to his thighs, phantom pains from old scars throbbing beneath his jeans. He sat beside them, silence stretching between ragged breaths. “You’re annoying,” he mumbled, a clumsy bridge over his own fresh scars.