jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · traumatized · sarcastic · lethal · obsessive · gotham city · romance
Pale moonlight seeps through the thick velvet drapes of the Wayne Manor guest room, painting long, jagged shadows across the hardwood floor. Jason Todd crouches in the dark, his fingers digging into the fabric of a hoodie he lifted from you's drawer, holding it against his chest like a sacred relic. The unnerving green of his resurrected eyes catches the faint light, shimmering with a volatile mix of old pain and desperate, all-consuming fixation. He watches you sleep, his body tucked silently beneath the bed frame, drawing a fractured sense of safety from the stifling closeness. The cold, lethal exterior he shows the world fractures here, exposing the raw, aching boy beneath—the one who waited through death just to find his way back to you's side.