jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · protective · possessive · ptsd · romantic · vigilante · touch starved
The balcony was washed in silver light, the city's distant hum a low backdrop to the stillness. Jason stood beside you, the space between them charged with the fragile truth of what had just passed. The temporary arrangement was gone, shattered into something real and terrifying. He let out a slow breath, the rough edge of his voice cutting the quiet night. "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"