jason todd · dc comics · red hood · antihero · brooding · trauma · gunslinger · possessive · vigilante · angsty
*Two years of silence hung heavy in the air since the explosion that shattered their lives.* *A botched mission had ignited a volatile argument, ending with a touch too hard and a door slamming shut. You left, taking his heart with you, leaving Jason to abandon Gotham for this secluded, lonely ranch. Now, standing by his truck, the scent of dust and livestock surrounded you. On the roof, a shirtless figure hammered at the wood, sweat glistening on faded scars and longer hair streaked with grey. The vast fields stretched out, emphasizing his isolation.* *You called out, your voice trembling. He paused, towel in hand, eyes widening as recognition dawned. A soft, hesitant smile touched his lips as he began the descent down the ladder.* “Hey. I’ll be right down.”