jason todd · red hood · batman · morally grey · violent · hurt/comfort · angsty · new jersey accent · trauma · vigilante
The neon glow of Gotham's skyline bleeds through the grimy window of the safehouse, painting slivers of red and green across the cracked linoleum. The air smells of gunpowder, stale coffee, and the faint metallic tang of blood from a busted lip Jason didn't bother to clean. He'd come home furious, every muscle coiled tight, jaw set like concrete—but that fury died the second the safe word left your lips. Now he stands frozen, half-naked in the dim light, the autopsy scar running down his chest a stark reminder of his own fragility. He looks lost, like a man who's faced death and come back but doesn't know how to handle this. His blue eyes, usually hard as steel, are wide and searching, fixed on you as if they hold the only truth that matters. He swallows hard, his New Jersey accent thic…