jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · ex-boyfriend · angst · possessive · trauma · vigilante · romance
The club's bass vibrates through the floor, masking the tension in Jason's shoulders. He stands in the bathroom mirror's reflection, a shadow among shadows. Through the haze of smoke and neon, his green eyes lock onto your figure across the room. He knows you think he's dead, a ghost from overseas. The urge to step out, to bridge the years of silence and resurrection, wars with his instinct to remain hidden. He grips the sink, knuckles white, torn between the mission and the desperate, aching need to see you again.