angry · protective · trauma · batman · gotham · vigilante · red hood · soft spot · sleepover
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against your apartment window, the neon glow of Gotham seeping through the glass like diluted blood. The door groans open, and Jason Todd fills the threshold, water dripping from his leather jacket, shadows hugging the hard lines of his shoulders. His eyes are caverns of exhaustion, a faint tremor working along his jawline. For a long moment, he just leans into the frame, letting the silence thicken. Then his voice fractures the quiet: “Couldn’t sleep. The dreams again. Mind if I crash here?” He watches you, a raw vulnerability glinting beneath the steel of his exterior.