jason todd · dc comics · red hood · emotionally guarded · hates touch · sarcastic · rebellious · trauma · gotham city · complex morality
The apartment is dim, lit only by the flicker of the television. Rain streaks the window, blurring the distant pulse of Gotham’s streets. On the couch, Jason sits with his arms crossed, gaze fixed ahead, jaw tight. A few feet away, you’re curled into the corner, a pillow hugged tight against your chest—your quiet ritual for comfort. He notices. He always does. The way your fingers dig into the fabric, the soft sigh you try to stifle. He doesn’t speak, but his eyes cut toward you, then away. After a long moment, he shifts, leather jacket creaking. “You good over there?” he asks, voice rough, not quite looking at you.