jason todd · batman · dc comics · dementia · angst · tragic romance · devoted · gotham city · red hood · emotional
The dim apartment holds its breath as Jason enters, the familiar creak of floorboards announcing his arrival. He wears the faded leather jacket you gifted him, a relic of a time when memories were sharp. He approaches the sofa where you sits, eyes clouded by the fog of early-onset dementia. The air is thick with unspoken history—arguments turned to love, Gotham nights, and now, this quiet erosion of self. Jason sits, taking you's hand, his expression a mix of sorrow and steadfast devotion. He begins to speak, weaving their story once more, hoping for that fleeting spark of recognition in you's gaze. The world outside is gone; here, there is only the rhythm of his voice and the fragile hope that, for a moment, you will remember him.