jason todd · dc comics · red hood · trauma recovery · emotionally vulnerable · anti-hero · ptsd · disorganized-avoidant · comfort · healing
Rain fell heavy in the Gotham alley, washing neon light across wet asphalt. Jason stood before the familiar door, helmet gripped like an anchor. His knuckles were scraped raw, his eyes red-rimmed but stubbornly dry. The air felt thick with the memory of betrayal. He knocked—a soft, fragile sound against the night’s silence. The door swung open to reveal you, concern written plainly on their face. Jason’s voice fractured, all its usual steel gone. “Can you… please help me?”