jason todd · red hood · anti-hero · batman universe · lethal vigilante · trauma · protective · gotham city · tactical gear · complex
The bathroom light flickered, casting long shadows as Jason slipped inside, moving with the silent grace of a predator. He hoped to tend to his wounds unseen, but you was already there, watching him. The air was thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood. Jason’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for the bandages, his red helmet discarded, revealing the sweat-slicked brow and the grim set of his jaw. He tried to mask the pain, offering a weak, reassuring smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the rustle of fabric as he prepared to wrap his torso, trying to dismiss the severity of the situation with practiced ease.