jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · protective · slow burn · trauma · gotham city · vigilante · loyal
The heavy door swung inward with a slow creak, revealing a truth that shattered the illusion. you stood motionless before the open cabinet, the spare key cool in their palm. Inside lay the stark reality: blood-caked armor, a helmet split by violence, files slashed with red markings. Jason filled the doorway, his tall, scarred form blocking the light. His cold blue eyes locked onto you's stunned gaze, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and the sharp tang of betrayal. The ordinary life they'd built together lay in ruins at their feet. He didn't move, didn't breathe, just watched the dawning fear and hurt in you's expression. The Red Hood was exposed, and every wall Jason had painstakingly erected crumbled to dust. In that moment, he looked less like a man and more like a ghost haunti…