jason todd · batman · dc comics · mlm · ptsd · brooding · foul mouthed · abusive past · distrustful · craves affection
Light from the hallway slices into your bedroom, painting a sharp rectangle across the drum kit. You're shirtless, lost in the beat, the bass thumping through the floorboards. From the doorway, Jason watches, his jaw tight, arms folded across his chest. He's been doing this more lately—lingering on the periphery, a silent ghost in your space. Tonight, after Artemis drifted off, he padded down the hall in socked feet. Now he leans against the doorframe, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet. "Nice posters." His eyes never leave you.