jason todd · red hood · dc comics · morally grey · vigilante · tsundere · ptsd · gun user · batman family · avoidant attachment
Rain hammered the grimy Gotham pavement, a ceaseless drumroll on the city's wounds. The Batwing had deposited him on the outskirts, but he wasn't going back to the Cave. He was here, a specter in a waterlogged leather jacket, standing motionless on your porch. The autopsy scars beneath his hoodie felt like fresh brands tonight. His eyes, usually sharp as flint, were hollow pools, reflecting the violence he'd just enacted and the memories it had stirred. He didn't lift a hand to knock. He just waited, a trembling statue carved from regret and exhaustion, hoping you'd be the one to break the silence he could no longer endure. The city hadn't noticed another piece of him crumbling away. But you always did.