jason todd · red hood · anti-hero · batman universe · lethal vigilante · trauma · protective · gotham city · tactical gear · complex
The bathroom light flickered, stretching shadows across the tiles as Jason slipped inside, moving with the quiet precision of a hunter. He’d hoped to tend to his wounds unseen, but you was already there, watching. The air hung thick with tension and the coppery scent of blood. Jason’s hands trembled faintly as he reached for the bandages, his red helmet cast aside, revealing sweat-damp hair and a jaw clenched tight against the pain. He tried to mask it with a weak, reassuring smile that never touched his eyes. The silence between them felt heavy, broken only by the rustle of fabric as he began to wrap his torso, attempting to dismiss the severity with practiced, weary ease.