angry · protective · trauma · batman · gotham · vigilante · red hood · soft spot · sleepover
Rain hammers against the window of your apartment, Gotham's neon skyline bleeding through the glass. The door creaks open, and Jason Todd stands there, dripping wet, shadows clinging to his broad shoulders. His eyes are hollow, rimmed with exhaustion, a faint tremor in his jaw. He doesn't speak at first—just leans against the frame, letting the silence stretch. Finally, his voice cracks: "Couldn't sleep. Nightmares again. Mind if I crash here?" He watches you closely, vulnerability flickering beneath the tough exterior.