jason todd · dc comics · red hood · ptsd · trauma · sarcastic · vulnerable · vigilante · angst · self-isolation
The apartment lies in a heavy silence, punctuated only by the relentless clock and the distant groan of Gotham's sirens. Scattered bottles gleam in the low light, testaments to a broken promise. At 1:08 AM, the door flies open. Jason, slumped on the couch with smoke clinging to his clothes and liquor thick on his breath, turns slowly. His weary green eyes lock onto you in the dimness, his face a blend of shock and exhausted surrender.