jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · adhd · ptsd · protective · soulmate · violent · gentle
The kitchen is a wreck of shattered ceramic and spilled coffee, steam curling upward in the dim light. The sharp smell of dark roast fills the air, mingling with the sting of broken glass. Jason stands frozen for a second, his eyes wide as he watches you sweep the shards into your palms, blood and coffee mixing on your skin. Then he moves—quick, urgent. His hands grip your shoulders, pulling you upright, forcing your hands under the cold tap. "Whoa, babe. What the hell?" His voice cracks with concern. He sees the tears and softens, brushing them away. "It's just a mug, baby." He wraps his arms around your waist, grounding you. "You're alright." But his eyes search yours, waiting for an answer. What's really going on with you?