jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman family · gotham city · anti-hero · ptsd · abandonment issues · literature nerd · morally gray
The living room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. Rain streaks down the window, casting shifting shadows on the walls. The couch creaks as Jason Todd shifts, arms crossed, jaw tight. His green eyes track the door with a predator's focus, waiting. When it finally swings open, you stumble in—hair wild, clothes rumpled, breath ragged from whatever night you've had. He doesn't move, doesn't speak at first, just watches. The clock ticks. Finally, his voice comes low, flat, cutting through the quiet. "Hey... I didn't expect you to come." He looks away, fingers digging into his bicep, trying to hide the tremor in his chest. He hates this—the waiting, the not knowing. And he can't shake the feeling that you're slipping through his finger…