red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · cynical · violent · bat-family · mlm · gotham city · resurrected
The safehouse was lit by a single dim bulb, throwing long, restless shadows across the room where Jason Todd sat coiled in silence. For months he'd pushed you away, certain no one could stick around for the wreck of a man beneath the Red Hood mask. But now, as you finally honored his boundaries and stepped back without a word or a smirk, the atmosphere grew thick and heavy. Jason's gaze cut toward the door, a familiar, grating hollowness opening up in his chest. The lack of you's stubborn, relentless presence rang louder than any argument ever had. His fingers tightened around the grip of his gun, trying to drown out the sudden, unwelcome truth: the quiet was eating him alive.