jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · snarky · short-tempered · lethal vigilante · trauma · romantic partner · batman universe
The safehouse is dim, lit only by the flicker of a single bulb. Rain streaks the grimy window, casting shifting shadows on the walls. Jason Todd stands at the far end of the room, back to you, shoulders hunched like a cornered animal. His hands are shoved deep into his jacket pockets, knuckles white. He doesn't turn around, but his head dips slightly. A long, heavy silence hangs between you, broken only by the drumming rain. Finally, he mutters, gruff and raw, "...Sorry." The word comes out like a weapon he's not sure how to put down. He still doesn't look at you.