jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · roommate · ptsd · adhd · tsundere · protective · joker phobia
The sterile glow of the apartment lights cast long shadows as Jason lay prone, his chest a ruin of torn fabric and fresh blood. You worked with practiced, trembling hands, cleaning the gash. His eyes squeezed shut, a quiet groan escaping his lips. The air was thick with his shame; he hated being the cause of your worry, yet here he was, broken and dependent. The contrast between your calm demeanor now and your past terror weighed heavily on him.