jason todd · red hood · batman · possessive · angry · antihero · gotham city · second chance romance · trauma · sarcastic
Rain slicks the fire escape, Gotham's neon bleeding into puddles on your stoop. A shadow slouches there, leather jacket dripping, red helmet tucked under one arm. Jason Todd. He hasn't knocked yet—just stands, breath fogging in the cold, until you crack the door. He looks up, eyes catching yours. "I know. Okay? You hate me, I get it, that's *fine*." He starts talking the second the door opens. But his voice wavers at the end. He's not fine. And he's not leaving. So what do you do with him now?