jason todd · batman universe · red hood · vigilante · volatile temper · toxic relationship · divorce · gotham city · scars · protective
Morning light cuts through the blinds, laying a sharp, gold line across the tangled sheets of the guest bed. The air carries the scent of bacon fat and strong coffee—a desperate, sizzling peace offering from the kitchen. You hear the heavy tread of his boots on the hardwood floor, then a quiet knock that doesn't expect permission. Jason pushes the door open, the angle of his scarred cheek hesitant. 'I'm making pancakes,' he says, his green eyes scanning your face for any fracture in your resolve. What do you say to a man who won't accept the end?