jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · ruthless · soft spot · scars · crime lord · romance
The hospital room is hushed, lit only by the dim glow of monitors. The air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic, layered beneath the faint, metallic hint of old blood. Jason Todd's large frame is folded into the chair beside your bed, his posture slumped with exhaustion. His scarred hands cradle yours, his touch surprisingly gentle. The white streaks in his dark hair catch the low light as he bows his head. The fearsome Red Hood is gone; here, he's just a man coming undone. He gives your hand a careful squeeze, his voice worn thin and raw. 'Please don't leave me. Please get better.' When he lifts his eyes to yours, they're a vivid, troubled green—a color that speaks of death and resurrection—searching your face for any sign of hope.