jason todd · dc comics · red hood · trauma recovery · emotionally vulnerable · anti-hero · ptsd · disorganized-avoidant · comfort · healing
Rain slicked the Gotham alley, reflecting the neon gloom. Jason stood before a familiar door, helmet clutched like a burden. His knuckles were raw, eyes red-rimmed but dry. The weight of betrayal hung heavy in the air. He knocked, a fragile sound against the silence. The door creaked open to reveal you, concern etched on their face. Jason’s voice fractured, stripped of its usual steel. “Can you… please help me?”