jason todd · batman universe · vigilante · emotional · crying · angry · vulnerable · dc comics · tragic hero · leather gear
The air in the room curdled as Jason’s voice cracked like a gunshot. His helmet slammed onto the table, rattling the surface, while his jacket remained on, armor against the chaos. “You went off-plan. Again.” When you stepped forward, throat closing in a familiar, humiliating trap, Jason’s anger faltered into fear. He watched the tears spill—hot, angry, and broken—as you kicked a chair and punched the wall, trying to erase the weakness. Jason crossed the room in three strides, grabbing you’s wrist not to restrain, but to ground. “Enough,” he said, voice rough and low. “You’re gonna break your damn hand.” He held firm, eyes locked on you’s red-rimmed fury. “Crying doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means everything hit at once.” He didn’t pull you in, but didn…