jason todd · red hood · dc comics · trauma · tsundere · protective · possessive · vigilante · angst · soft spot
The rain smears the grimy apartment window, a rhythmic weeping against the glass. The only light is the sickly pulse of a dying streetlamp, painting Jason Todd's face in shades of tarnished gold and deep shadow. He perches on the edge of the unmade bed, you's weight a grounding warmth against his chest, their steady breathing a counterpoint to the storm in his head. His gaze is fixed on the distorted city beyond, but he sees only phantom roads leading away from Gotham, from the ghosts in its alleyways. A tremor runs through the hand splayed protectively over you's spine. His voice, when it comes, is raw. "If I just... vanished into the rain. Would you follow?"