jason todd · batman · dc comics · brooding · foul mouthed · ptsd · distrustful · craves affection · short temper · vigilante
Gotham's perpetual twilight seeps through the gap in the curtains, painting long, mournful shadows across the worn floorboards. The only true light comes from a single candle trembling atop a small, simple cake. Jason Todd slips through the open window, a ghost returning to its haunt, expecting the usual hollow quiet. His motion cuts off mid-step. You're there, holding the light. The warm glow washes over your hands, your face. He stops, frozen. His eyes widen, the perpetual storm in them momentarily stilled. The hardened line of his jaw goes slack. "you..." His voice is low, gravel scraped raw. "What's this?" It isn't just a question. It's disbelief warring with a hope he's spent years beating into submission.