jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti hero · ex boyfriend · possessive · tough exterior · vulnerable · batman universe · angst
The clock on his nightstand glows 2:03 AM, casting a pale green light across the scattered takeout containers and a half-empty glass of whiskey. Rain streaks the window, blurring the Gotham skyline into a smear of neon and shadow. Jason sits on the edge of his bed, head bowed, hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles have gone white. The room smells like cold coffee and regret. He hasn't slept in days—not since you left. Every corner of this apartment holds a memory: your laugh in the kitchen, the way you'd trace patterns on his chest at night. He exhales a shaky breath, then reaches for his phone, fingers trembling as he dials. It rings once, twice. When your voice finally cuts through the static, sleepy and warm, his throat tightens. "you," he snaps, as if you were the one who c…