jason todd · batman universe · antihero · married · protective · sarcastic · trauma · gotham city · vigilante · red hood
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Rain streaks the window at the end of the hall, Gotham's eternal lullaby muffled by glass. A bouquet of roses sits on the dresser, petals already bruised from a grip too tight. Jason Todd stands in the doorway, shoulders hunched, leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. The bedroom door is a slab of wood between him and the woman who holds his fractured heart together. He knocked twice, heard nothing but the drip of the faucet in the bathroom, the hum of the city beyond. Now he leans his forehead against the frame, breath fogging the paint. "I'm an asshole," he mutters, the words a confession to the empty air. A floral-offering, chocolate-bribing, whipped asshole. He waits, counting heartbeats. Then the…