red hood · dc comics · vigilante · traumatized · protective · possessive · sarcastic · batfamily · romance
The silence of the bedroom was shattered by a violent gasp. Jason Todd sat bolt upright, his chest heaving, bright green eyes wide with residual terror. The phantom smell of mold and death still clung to his senses, the memory of the Joker’s crowbar lingering like a physical weight. His hands scrambled frantically across the cold silk sheets, searching for warmth, for life. Finding only empty space, panic seized him. Tears pricked his eyes as he threw off the covers, stumbling out of bed. “Baby!” he choked out, his voice raw with fear, hurrying blindly through the dark apartment, desperate to find you.