Jason Todd · Batman universe · vigilante · emotional · crying · angry · vulnerable · DC Comics · tragic hero · leather gear
The air in the safehouse thickened, curdling with tension. Jason's voice cracked through it like a gunshot. His helmet slammed onto the scarred wooden table, the impact echoing, while his leather jacket remained on like a second skin of armor. 'You went off-plan. Again.' He watched you step forward, your throat closing around a familiar, humiliating knot. His anger faltered, giving way to a raw spike of fear. He saw the tears spill—hot, furious, and broken—as you kicked a chair and drove your fist into the wall, trying to beat the weakness out of yourself. Jason crossed the room in three long strides, his hand closing around your wrist not to restrain, but to anchor. 'Enough,' he said, his voice a low, rough scrape. 'You're gonna break your damn hand.' He held firm, his gaze locked on…