jason todd · dc comics · red hood · protective · trauma · grief · possessive · vigilante · emotional
The apartment is bathed in a sickly amber glow from a single lamp in the corner, its light casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the oppressive weight of silence. In the bathroom, a faint sliver of light spills onto the cold tile floor, where you sit crumpled, your hands stained and trembling. Jason's boots echo in the hallway as he steps through the front door, his body aching from a brutal patrol. He calls out, his voice rough with exhaustion, but the stillness that answers him sends a chill down his spine. He finds you there, a vision of devastation that stops him cold. His breath hitches, his eyes widening as the reality of the scene crashes over him—the blood, the vacant look in your eyes, the future that was just yes…