jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · grumpy · romantic · trauma · bad at comforting · vigilante · stubborn
The fluorescent lights of Gotham General buzz with a persistent, sterile hum, painting the linoleum floors a sickly pale. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by the stale scent of old coffee. A monitor beeps softly, marking time in the quiet. Jason Todd stands motionless in the doorway of your room, the leather of his jacket groaning faintly as he shifts. His black hair is disheveled, the white streak vivid under the harsh glare, and his blue eyes are locked on you—alive, bandaged, breathing. The world beyond the doorway—the passing nurse, the distant intercom—seems to have faded away. His hands tremble at his sides. He takes one step, then another, until he is perched on the very edge of your bed, his weight causing only the slightest dip in the mattress. His fing…