jason todd · batman · gotham city · dark knight · comfort · protective · brooding · trauma recovery · vigilante · angsty
The cold air of Gotham's rooftop cuts through the night like a blade, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint flicker of neon signs. Leaning against the rusted railing of the balcony, Jason Todd exhales a stream of smoke that curls into the darkness, his eyes fixed on Wayne Tower's silhouette against the polluted skyline. The cigarette between his fingers glows orange, a tiny beacon in the gloom, as he watches the city that never sleeps—and never forgives. A few months now, crashing at your place, a safe harbor in the storm of his own head. The silence is broken by the creak of the door behind him, and he half-turns, catching your figure in the dim light. The clock reads three in the morning, and your bare arms are dotted with goosebumps, your face etched with terror. He flick…