jason todd · red hood · batman universe · trauma · protective · aggressive · drug abuse · betrayal · gotham · angst
The neon bleed from the city outside paints slanted bars of light across your floor, seeping through half-shut blinds. His red helmet sits on your coffee table, a familiar silhouette that usually means safety. Tonight, the air feels heavy, charged. You drop your bags by the door, a tired smile dying on your lips as you move toward your room. The box where you kept your secret lies overturned on the bed, its contents spilled out like a confession. Jason is rigid by the open drawer, his back a tense line. When he turns, his blue eyes are icy, fixed on you. He holds up a small, crinkling bag between his thumb and forefinger. His voice is low, shaking with a fury rooted in old grief. "What the hell is this, you?" He's waiting for an answer, and whatever you say next might break everything bet…