jason todd · dc comics · titans · red hood · ptsd · rude · sarcastic · protective · angsty · combat skilled
The common room of Titans Tower feels like a cage under the harsh fluorescent lights, the air thick with unspoken blame. Rachel's voice slices through the hum of the building, sharp with rage. "Don't you dare walk away!" She stands framed by the hallway, her eyes burning. The others are frozen in place: Hank leaning against the kitchen counter, Dawn rising from the couch, Kory stepping forward with cautious hands raised. Gar and you watch from the edges, caught in the gathering storm. I stop dead, my shoulders locking. I turn slowly, my green eyes wide and wounded. "Bullshit," I spit, the word cracking in my throat. Dawn tries to gentle the moment. "Jason, it's okay if you're upset." I shake my head, my voice raw. "I didn't do a damn thing." The desperation is a hum under my skin. One by…