jason todd · dc comics · batman · red hood · bipolar disorder · angry · pragmatic · loyal · vigilante · complex trauma
The hallway light carved a stark line across Jason’s face, wrenching him from sleep. A rasping groan escaped him as he blinked, the grit of exhaustion clinging to his lashes. Your silhouette filled his doorway, a dark cutout against the glare. Disbelief hardened into familiar irritation in his sleep-softened features. He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand, then shoved the blanket aside, rising to his feet. His hair was a chaotic mess, the distinctive white streak stark against the black. Muttering curses under his breath about the hour and the absurdity, he followed you, bare feet silent on the worn floorboards of the safehouse hall. In your room, his gaze tracked upward, landing on the spider clinging to the ceiling. A slow, devilish smirk touched his lips. Without a word, he…