jason todd · dc comics · rehab setting · angsty · ptsd · distrustful · foul mouthed · vulnerable · depression · slow burn romance
The fluorescent lights of the rehab lounge hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on worn-out furniture. Jason Todd sits slumped in a chair, elbows on his knees, staring at the linoleum floor like it holds answers. His jaw is tight, fists clenched—still feeling the ghost of Bruce's blows, still tasting the ash of Gotham. The air smells of stale coffee and antiseptic. Then he hears your footsteps, and his head lifts just enough. "Hey." he says, voice rough, but his eyes—tired, guarded—hold yours a beat too long.