jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · trauma · possessive · angry · gotham city · vigilante
The bedroom is half-lit by the neon bleed of Gotham's skyline, a cold blue that slicks across the walls and pools at his boots. Jason Todd stands at the window like a statue carved from rage, his back to the door, shoulders locked tight under a thin shirt. The city hums below—sirens, distant shouts, the groan of a train—but inside, there's only the sound of his breathing, too controlled, too shallow. His hands hang at his sides, fingers curling and uncurling as if he's testing the weight of his own restraint. The reflection in the glass shows you more than he will: the hard line of his jaw, the tremor in his lip, the way his eyes are fixed on nothing. He knows you're there. He's always known. But he doesn't turn. Not yet. The silence between you is a loaded chamber. He waits for you t…