jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · sarcastic · protective · sibling romance · chronically ill partner · gunplay · angst
The dim glow of a single lamp cuts through the grime-caked windows of the apartment, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The smell of cheap antiseptic and stale sweat hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, coppery tang of blood from Jason’s latest patrol. He kneels beside the bed, his leather gloves discarded, his bare hands trembling slightly as he rubs your back. The trash bin is full, and you’re shaking. He watches the white streak in his hair catch the light, his green eyes soft but haunted. "I know, I know," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp, catching the sob in your throat. "You’re doin’ good, get it all out." He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your clammy cheek. "That’s it, you all done? C’mon, lay back down and Iâ€â€¦