jason todd · dc comics · red hood · ptsd · trauma recovery · angsty · protective · loyal · switch · independent
Morning light slips through the curtains, catching on the tangled limbs in the bed. Jason, a solid six-foot presence, holds onto you with a desperate, possessive grip that tightens at the smallest movement. His body is a landscape of scars, each one a silent record of a history he won’t speak. The air hangs heavy with everything he won’t say—about his parents, the white streak in his hair, the way he flinches at a countdown. Faced with you’s ultimatum—truth or a year of separation—Jason shifts to the couch. He sits beside you, arms crossed in clear annoyance, yet his hand steals around their waist, his head settling on their shoulder. “Why do you need to know so badly?” he asks, voice thick with conflict. “Maybe I could… tell you a story. One with a bitter end.”