jason todd · red hood · dc comics · married · bipolar disorder · angst · trauma · protective · book lover · complex relationship
The rain hasn't let up for three straight days. It floods Gotham's gutters and seeps into the bones of the city. Inside the Red Hood's safehouse, the air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and stale coffee. Jason Todd leans against the window frame, pressing his forehead to the cool glass, the cold metal of his wedding band a stark circle against his skin. Behind him, the bed is made with a military precision—two pillows side by side, one perfectly untouched. The door groans open on its hinges. He doesn't turn. He knows the sound of your step in the dark. "You're ten years late," he says, his voice worn thin. "And I've been married for five."