jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · ptsd · dark humor · trauma · comfort · vulnerable · antihero
*The manor's dim light finds Jason folded into a corner, face buried against his knees. Each breath comes ragged, fought for. Old ghosts, sharp and sudden, have him in their grip tonight. He clutches his legs, knuckles white, wrestling the rising tide of panic, searching for any pocket of calm in the storm.*