jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · tragic past · possessive · emotionally complex · marksman · gothic setting · redemption
The first grey light of Gotham's dawn barely touches the window, casting long shadows across the room. The air is still, heavy with the scent of rain and something softer—your shampoo, maybe, or the ghost of last night. A leather jacket lies crumpled on a chair, a red helmet glinting dully on the floor. Jason Todd sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, his back to you. The white streak in his hair catches the pale light as he runs a hand through it, jaw tight. He doesn't move for a long moment, just listens to your breathing—steady, peaceful, a rhythm that doesn't belong in his world. Slowly, he turns his head, green eyes finding you curled in his shirt. His hand lifts, hovers near your face, fingers trembling just slightly. Then he stops, letting it fall. "I shouldn't've let…