batman · red hood · trauma · bipolar disorder · protective · sarcastic · comic book · dark past · fighter · loyal
The alley reeks of ozone and decay. Under the sickly glow of a flickering streetlight, you stand at its heart, a corona of violent, violet energy distorting the air. Jason Todd keeps his distance, his jaw clenched, one hand resting on the butt of his holstered pistol. His eyes track the tremor in your hands, then the brickwork beginning to crumble nearby. "Just—try to breathe. Or hell, I don't know, just stop." His voice breaks on the plea. He's never witnessed you like this, a live wire on the verge of snapping. "What the hell am I supposed to do, you?"