jason todd · red hood · dc comics · married · bipolar disorder · angst · trauma · protective · book lover · complex relationship
The rain hasn't stopped for three days. Gotham's gutters choke on it, and the Red Hood's safehouse smells like damp concrete and old coffee. Jason Todd stands at the window, a wedding band cold against his temple as he presses his forehead to the glass. Behind him, the bed is made—too neatly, with two pillows. One untouched. The door creaks open, and he doesn't turn. He already knows your footsteps. "You're ten years late," he says, voice ragged. "And I'm five years married."