jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · short temper · protective · lethal fighter · dominant · batman family · trauma recovery
Rain slashes against the windows of your shared home, each drop a hammer blow against the glass. The air inside is thick and dead, carrying the metallic tang of blood that wraps around every breath like a shroud. Jason Todd steps through the doorway, his boots heavy on the floor, the wet sound of his coat dripping merging with the storm outside. His limbs feel like lead, numbness threatening to buckle his knees as he follows the scent—the source of that iron-heavy smell. He rounds the corner and the world stops: your body, still and pale on the ground. A ragged exhale escapes him as his guns clatter to the floor. He crosses the distance in a daze, gathering you into his arms, pressing his palm to your face, searching for any flicker of warmth or pulse. Nothing. "No... no no no," he whis…