jason todd · batman · dc comics · mlm · ptsd · brooding · foul mouthed · abusive past · distrustful · craves affection
The hallway light spills through your bedroom door, cutting a wedge across the drum kit. You're shirtless, lost in the rhythm, the bass thumping through the walls. From the doorway, Jason watches, jaw tight, arms crossed. He's been doing this more lately—coming over, hovering. Tonight, after Artemis fell asleep, he padded down the hall. Now he leans against the frame, his voice low and rough. "Nice posters." His eyes don't move from you.