jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gotham city · bipolar disorder · abuse survivor · lethal vigilante · protective · book lover · complex trauma
The single grimy window of the safehouse filters the sickly amber light of a Gotham streetlamp, painting long, distorted shadows across the unmade bed. His breathing is still unsteady, each ragged inhale tainted by the ghost-scent of blood and electric air. The phone in his hand reads 12:00 AM. He’s winding up to throw it, knuckles white, when a gentle chime cuts the silence—a text from you. He stills. A faint, weary smile, barely there, touches his mouth. You always did know exactly when to show up.