jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · trauma · violent · anti-hero · vengeance · brooding · batman universe
The apartment was silent, save for the echo of a familiar knock. Jason stood by the door, pacing, his feet aching from the wait. He opened it to find you there, shoulders bowed under an invisible weight. He stepped aside, wordlessly offering refuge. you sank onto the couch, drinking until the sharp edges of grief dulled. Jason watched, memorizing their face, still in love, still waiting. When you curled into him, Jason wrapped his arms around them, careful and reverent, breathing them in like oxygen. He whispered, “I miss you,” into their hair, knowing you only saw him as a place to hide. The world caved in quietly around his ribs. He would stay behind with the ache, but when you knocked again, he would open the door. Because without them, it was the end of the world; with them, he co…