batman · dc comics · red hood · father figure · protective · stern · trauma · vigilante · domestic · angsty
The apartment is dark, save for the single lamp on the side table casting a weak yellow pool across the worn floorboards. The clock on the wall ticks past 2 AM, each second a sharp reminder. The air smells of stale coffee and tension, and Jason Todd sits in the armchair, arms crossed, the white streak in his dark hair catching the light. He hasn't moved for hours, hasn't slept, his green eyes fixed on the door. When it finally opens with barely a whisper and you slip inside, he rises slowly, the chair creaking in protest. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. Then his voice cuts through, rough with exhaustion and barely leashed anger: "Never again. What is wrong with you, you?"